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Little Old Man

There is a legend spoken of in many parts of the world concerning a Little Old Man who can be found sitting alone in secluded areas during the hours of midnight through to 2 AM .
His location is forever changing but often includes churchyards, old battlefields, fields, and country roads - all places people seldom go in the dead of night.
According to the legend, the Little Old Man will react with extreme violence should he be disturbed by a group.
Some tales going as far as claiming death but the more reasonable suggest he merely strikes his victims with an old cane - yet if approached by a single person he is said to remain calm and will beckon them over.
The lone traveler must always accept the Little Old Man's request or they shall be haunted by the Little Old Man for the rest of their lives - appearing in their dreams and causing all manner of mischief in a manner similar to what occultists call a poltergeist.
Upon accepting the Little Old Man's request one will be given an old silver watch - the lone traveler must quickly thank the Little Old Man upon receiving this watch then leave the scene as quick as possible without looking back nor running: doing either of these things will result in a lifetime of bad luck.
Should the lone traveler be successful in their escape they must bury the silver watch under an old oak tree within three days of this encounter - should they fail to do this they will receive a knock on their door at 3 AM on the third night: failure to answer will result in the Little Old Man breaking the door down in the form of a black dog and savaging the victim, answering the door will result in the Little Old Man appearing to drag the victim to the spirit world.
If the traveler does manage to bury the silver watch under the old oak tree, they will be rewarded with a lifetime of good luck and fortune along with a little fame.
Of course such fanciful tales are the stuff of folklore and myth, in this age of science and reason most do not believe in spectres such as the Little Old Man - though there are some who still partake in this strange game of chance: visiting the lonely places at night in the hopes of discovering a most unusual Little Old Man...
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Rituwel
Category:Ghoooosts
Category:Old Shit
Liu

Lust glinted in Jeff's cold, lifeless eyes as he stared into his brother's.
"Jeff, you don't have to do this, bro."
"But I want to."
Liu knew he had to stand up for himself. He grabbed hold of the knife's handle and kicked Jeff hardly in the chest. Jeff, now gasping for air stood up. "Now Liu, let's make this easy."
"No!" Liu yelled, "I'm not going to die playing hide-and-seek!"
"Then you leave me no choice."
Jeff, whose mind had hit the wall ran up to Liu and kicked him hardly in the shin. Liu fell down heavy, clutching his bruised leg. He stood up with his fists aimed, swung them at Jeff but Jeff ducked and instead ripped the knife from Liu. Now seeing that Jeff was armed, Liu backed up to the wall, thinking of a way of escape, but no sooner Jeff lunged at him.
Jeff cut into Liu's side, causing Liu to let out a shrill scream. Jeff cornered Liu, and now holding a bloody knife, Jeff slashed out at Liu and put a good-sized gash in his left cheek. Blood freely flowed from Liu's wound, but he had no time to whimper, Jeff had now lunged at him yet again. This time, he lashed at Liu's stomach but Liu dodged Jeff and wacked him in the side of his head.
"I just love the feeling of pain," Jeff started as he stared into his brother's scared eyes, "and it may hurt you, but not me!" After giving out his speech, Jeff thrust his knife into Liu's ear, but Liu backed up to the wall and grabbed his lava lamp. He swung it into the side of Jeff's face, sending oil and shards of broken glass showering over Jeff's face. The glass cut into Jeff's face, while the oil sunk deep into the wounds and burnt Jeff.
"If you were really my brother," begun Liu, "then you wouldn't be doing this."
"Exactly," Jeff said coldly as he cornered Liu. "I'm not your brother, I'm a serial killer."
Liu sunk into deep thought at hearing this. He backed up even further into the corner, staring into Jeff's eyes.
"You lost, Liu," Jeff tut-tutted as he closed in on him. "You have lost."
And then he killed him.
Jeff felt no sadness or remorse at all; he stood there and watched his brother as he died.
"Sorry, Liu, but I had to."
Soon, Liu lay there on the ground, dead. Blood pooled his broken body.
"So this must be my new life," said Jeff as he walked out the room, "claiming innocent people as victims."
And then Jeff walked out of his house and onto the lawn, forever changed and blood-thirsty.
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Jeff the Killer
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Unnecessary Sequels
Category:Bad Fanfiction
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Live Another Day, A Pokepasta

It was a rainy day, rainier than usual. 
As I was walking home from work, I came across something strange. 
There was a table by the park with two things on it, a game and a note, which stated: "FREE GAME! TAKE IT, PLEASE!"
I looked down and saw Pokemon Red, box included, and couldn't believe it. 
Being a huge Pokemon fan, I picked it up and carried it home with me. Although I had played through Pokemon FireRed countless times, the original version is the one I've never gotten my hands on. 
As soon as I made it to my house, I ran into my game room, pulled out my GBA SP, and tore open that iconic red box.
But there was a problem.
The cartridge was completely black, other than POKEMON printed on where the label should have been.
I couldn't believe it.
I felt great pain.
Like something was coming over me.
Like I wanted to hurt everyone, hurt all of society.
For leaving a freaking creepypasta by the park instead of the actual game.
I sighed, put the game and my pocket, and drove to the local flea market.
"You can take this for free, I have a feeling someone will be interested in it." I said to the clerk, and left the shop without another word.
Ever since this event, I have not had reoccurring nightmares, I have not stopped playing the Pokemon series, and I do not have any proof of this because it didn't happen.
Seriously, guys, if you see an obvious creepypasta game, don't play it... Why is that so hard?
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Pokemon
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Shortpasta
Lived a Good Life

Leaning back in your hospital bed, you look out the window and take a look outside. You see the sun shining as birds fly by and animals play.
You turn to face your family, who stare at you with tears in their eyes. Your life has been an adventure filled with love and loss, friends and family, and now it is coming to an end.
As you look at your family members standing by your bed, you see your son, your daughter-in-law, your granddaughter, and your partner. Before your heart gives out, you see them mutter a phrase.
"I love you."
At first, you know nothing, but then, you open your eyes.
You see the sun shining down on you, clouds filling the air.
You sit up and look around. As you do, shock fills your body. You see all your dead family members running around, having fun.
Is this... Heaven?
You hear footsteps.
Looking to your side, you see a tall, green figure with a large nose and strange ears.
"Welcome to my swamp, laddeh. I've been waiting for ya."
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Category:Copypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Shrek
Category:Shortpasta
Living Doll

There was a short period while I was in high school that still gives me the chills. I remember it like it was yesterday. Everything seemed so normal, and then something changed. Days went by and I began to have trouble sleeping.
My room in the basement was already a little eerie, a whole floor away from anyone else and with an exterior entrance that could allow anyone to break in possibly unbeknownst to my family.
I woke up in a panic one night, a sound had awoken me. I lay still, trying not to breathe and listening for the sound that had broken my sleep. Suddenly I heard it. A quiet, evil sounding laugh.
I closed my eyes tightly, telling myself I had imagined it. But I heard it again. An eerie childlike laugh that sounded very nearby. I convinced myself I was just half asleep, and was finally able to doze back off. When I woke the next morning it seemed like a dream, and I brushed it off.
Days later I was awoken again in the middle of the night by a loud crash in the room. I jumped awake, panicking and breathing heavily. I peered into the darkness, wondering what could have possibly made the sound. Suddenly I heard the laughter again, this time it seemed to be coming from across the room. I listened closely. I heard another sound, even more bone chilling than the laughter. Footsteps. Small and quick, but very distinct. I jumped from my bed and flipped on the light switch.
As the light hit my eyes, I squinted and peered around the room. That's when I noticed what had made the sound that had woken me up. On my desk had sat a jar filled with pencils, and it had been tipped over. The pencils were strewn all over the desk. It was a heavy jar. It could not have fallen over without being touched. I grabbed the pillow from my bed and bolted out of my room and up the stairs. Something was happening in that room.
As I nestled into the couch outside my parents bedroom, I felt much safer and at ease. I began replaying the events of the past few nights and trying to come up with a logical explanation. But suddenly it hit me, the only variable factor that could have caused these things to happen.
Days prior I had invited my boyfriend over on New Year's Eve. Moments before he arrived I realized my Magic Attic Club doll Rose was sitting in plain sight in my room. I hastily tossed her under the bed so she wouldn't be seen. We rang in the New Year and I didn't give another thought to the doll under my bed.
The doll under my bed. Could it be possible?
The next day I found Rose lying underneath my bed. But something seemed odd. She was laying on her side, and almost seemed to be looking at me when I knelt down. I quickly removed her and placed her back on the shelf where she had previously lived.
I slept soundly that night, and every night after. As terrifying as it is to admit or believe, I don't find this to be a coincidence. Everyone has toys at some point in their lives that they imagine are alive. But what if they really are?
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Living Objects
Category:Old Shit
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Living in the Matrix

So me and my bros wanted to once and for all test the hypothesis that we are all living in a matrix. We came to the conclusion that a matrix could only run so smoothly because of our predictable behaviour. For example, if you eat it is likely that you swallow your food. Therefore, the matrix would be ready to initiate a digestion program. But if a group of people did something unpredictable, the matrix would shut down.
So what we did is we randomly started gang banging each other. The matrix could have never predicted that because that is like super gay. But nothing happened (matrix-wise).
But this is not point why am I writing about this. My friends now want to do the gang-banging shit again and I am not sure how to respond to that.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Copypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Shortpasta
LloviantsGoodbye.sb2

I am a friend of someone named Lloviant, who made a series of weird, strange, and good animations with Scratch.
...However, this was different.
When I went onto Woki3 chat for the past 2 days, Lloviant wasn't joining. He just somehow...disappeared.
My friend, FFoxyThePirateFox found a strange file from Lloviant's Scratch profile, it was next to his profile image, labeled "I'm sorry...".
I clicked on it, and it asked to download a file called "LloviantsGoodbye.sb2".
"This is odd..." I thought to myself. I hit yes and opened up the file and clicked the green flag.
It started with a black screen with red text, with the marker font "LLOVIANT'S GOODBYE".
It cut to a graveyard, with Lloviant standing in front of 4 graves, "SEF", "BPB", "MML", and "Bluhead". My god, these were all graves of scratchers that he was friends with! He was on his knees, hands on his face, crying.
It then cut to black, and 6 seconds later, it cut to Lloviant in his room on his bed, crying even more.
I noticed there was a chair with a noose over it.
"I'm...I'm...sorry..." Lloviant said, still crying. He stood on the chair, jumped his neck into the noose, and horrific choking sounds occurred. After that, he was in the noose, with his eyes closed.
After that, the screen faded to black, with text colored in white, in the "Mystery" font:
"I'm so sorry, I hope we can reunite in heaven."
After that, the project ended.
I was horrified, and when I went over to the Woki3 chat again, FFoxyThePirateFox said Lloviant ended his own life.
After that, I read in a newspaper that someone named Philip commited suicide.
I was horrified when I saw it, and I am still horrified today.
Category:Not Sure if Troll or Trying to Be Serious
Category:File Extensions
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Suicide
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Shortpasta
Loads of Cum

Okay, /b/...
My sister (she's 19) came home with her boyfriend about an hour ago. Both plastered out of their minds, they struggled to even make it through the corridor of the house to her room (which happens to be right next to mine).
So, after about ten minutes I can clearly hear them fucking. It's some hot, steamy shit going in there, I can tell by the moaning. Thankfully, my parents are out of town for the weekend. God forbid they should witness their lovely daughter acting all hedonistic like this.
Anyway, shit dies down after about forty minutes. I then hear her boyfriend's creepy snore. It's like Jack Nicholson exhaling smoke through his belly, get the idea? So, being the dirty little pervert that I am (and because I forgot my iPod in her room), I sneak inside and can see them both still on top of each other, sleeping like angels in the light of the lamp. As I come closer, I notice something on my sister's cheek. It's cum, and it's LOADS of it.
If this thread gets over 100 posts, I swear on my grandmother's holy spirit that I'll go fetch the camera, snap a picture and deliver.
Category:Pre-Trollpasta
Category:Copypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Old Shit
Lobes

She loved her men almost as much as she loved her collection. Almost.
However, in the end, her collection was more important. What a lovely collection it was, all pearly white and lined up in a row, so lovely. She had them stacked on shelves, on cuboards, on bookcases. Here was Hubert, there was Allan, and there was Joshua. She loved them all.
Here she lived with her collection, occasionally going out to gather food for them. They loved her food. In the night, they called out to her, asking to be stroked and loved. She loved them. They hated the light, like her, they were pale skinned, or as she liked to put it, beautiful ivory, like her, and they never argued. They were happy, until that bad man in a blue suit came.
He came in the middle of the night, shouting obscure words at her, words she couldn't comprehend. He took her lovlies away, her beauties, her own. They locked her up in a cold white room, strapped in a coat that constricted her every movement. She hated it.
One day, they took her to a room that reeked of death. They strapped her in a wooden chair, and started to sharpen a large spike. She wiggled at her strappings, and they loostened. She was free!. She bided her time, waiting until the man with the spike came close, and lashed out. In seconds, she had his bloodie beauties in her hands, and she felt calm again.
For a long while, she wandered through the hallways, killing all the whitecoat men she came across. She took their little lovlies, and left them to die. Soon, she came across the blue suit man. He shouted at her, and she rushed him. A white flash, and a blinding pain in her stomach.... Then silence.
Report:
"Today a death occured at Bethlem "Bedlam" Royal Mental Institution. A greatly disturbed woman who had a fetish for severed ears was shot by an officer she tried to assault. No charges were pressed against the officer, as he was acting in self-defense. The woman was shot in the abdomen, and soon bled to death as she lay in the ICU at New Heights Medical Hospital. The officer was unharmed."
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Old Shit
Logged

I can't get off
I just started reading creepypastas, and this profile is logged in, just got this computer too. I keep trying to leave, but I can't, it just sends me to a random creepy pasta. My face is glued to the screen, unable to tear away from the screen as I search through the creepy pastas.
I can't hit the red x to close my screen.
Help
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:Shortpasta
Lois possessed by evil (Translated)

I used to be an assistant for Linwood Boomer, the creator of "Malcolm in the middle", one of the most successful TV shows in history. Linwood used to show me the episodes so i could give my opinion on them. To be honest, i don't remember any episode that i didn't like, but one day he told me he wanted to do a Halloween out of the ordinary.
The episode was recorded on February and was going to be premiered on November; the episode was titled "Lois possessed by evil". I though the title referred to Lois wanting to take revenge on someone or something. However, when i saw it, i was confused. Even though the episode was good, I wasn't sure the theme it tackled was suitable for everyone. 
==The Episode==
The episode started normally. Everything went ok, up until a scene arrived in which Reese revealed that he had bought a Ouija without knowledge of what it
was. Malcolm y Dewey told Reese that having one was bad. Nevertheless, he didn't seem to understand, and later, started playing with it. Then, Lois found Reese playing with that game and forced him to dispose of it. Reese, then, threw it away, but some sort of smoke cameo ut the trashcan and got into the family's house until it entered Lois' mouth.
After that, a scene showed where Lois was feeling sick. However, she rejected to take a rest. Then, the phone rang. Lois answered, and turned out to be Francise who was calling. He was working in Alaska and he asked Lois for money to buy something to Piama for her birthday. Lois started to argue with him. Nevertheless, suddenly, Lois' voice changed and it turned low, as the one of a monster or something like that. She hung, and Francis got scared from her voice.
The family started to worry about Lois' behaviour. So Hal went to talk with her while she was facing backwards and was folding clothes in the room. When
she turned around, her face was grey, he eyes were black and she has a serpent tongue. I got a good scare at that moment. Later, Lois approached Hal and tried to kiss him so he could be like her. Suddenly the boys appeared and placed a bag on her head to hold her back.
After that, the family went looking for a priest, to perform an exorcism on Lois, but, since the priest was just an oaf that only cared about money, he was
going to charge a lot to the family. So they decided to call other priests. However, since all of them were very afraid of Lois, the family was forced to do chores for the neighbors to pay the first priest.
At the end of the episode, it showed Lois already cured and the family arguing as usual.
The episode was never broadcasted because the scenes of Lois possessed were very disturbing, and the subject was too controversial, especially since it was
a show for all audiences.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Lost Episodes
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Lolly's Adverbs Goes Out of Business

"Ready... Self?"
It was 13 years after Lolly's had opened, accompanied by their famous music video: Lolly Lolly Lolly get your Adverbs Here.
Lolly, Jr. was in a state of depression. His father was ill, and his own son was in the military, leaving him to run the business alone. Business was going down quickly, quickly, quickly.
"Would you like an adverb?"
"No thank you, I have conjunction junction. They give me all the conjunctions I'll ever need."
"Would you like an adverb, sir?"
"No, I have nouns."
Lolly, Jr. shook his head, hearing the phone ring.
"Hello?"
"Hello, this is Fred Fredrickson, you know, guy who promoted your store. I'm afraid I have some bad news. We're going to have to shut down Lolly's because of our financial cuttings. I need to sell the building and everything in it... I'm sorry, Lolly."
Lolly, Jr. hung up the phone angrily, walking into his secret back room. An RPG-7 was waiting; It only had one rocket.
Lolly knew what to do, picking up the rocket launcher, he closed his store early, locking it tight, going to make his way to Conjunction Junction. Those jerkoffs, he thought.
Lolly got to Conjunction Junction.
"Hello sir, would you like a Conjunction?"
"No, I'm here to promote my store! I MEAN, IT WAS MY STORE!"
Lolly blasted away all of the conjunctions, sacrificing himself.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Shortpasta