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Mort The Chicken 3

I swear to freaking god, this story is true.
I was 53 at the time. The year was 1749
I loved a certain game franchise called "Mort The Chicken". I game about a chicken named Mort. In the series there are two games. Beautifully named "Mort The Chicken" and "Mort The Chicken 2".
However, there is a third game that was pulled from shelves. Ominously named "Mort The Chicken 3". It was released for the Nintendo Switch 2, but due to manufacturing issues the game could not be shipped out to stores. When I heard the news I was shocked and I couldn't believe it. I was so excited for the fresh new release in the series but now it's gone. I heard somewhere the game had an "Ao" rating. Dang, Mort really is down dirty though.
Anyways, I was sent a crazy email. It read like this:
I downloaded the files, it was called "THETHIRD.exe". I was so excited! Finally, Mort 3 had been released! Little did I know it was a CURSED GAME!
I opened the game. A pile of splash text appeared on the screen reading out "Mort The Chicken 3!". In the background, footage of the game was displayed. There were two options, "Play!" and "Debug". "Well, they did quit developing the game halfway through development," I thought to myself, "They were probably going to delete this later."
I moved my joystick and selected "Play!". The game distorted with white noise. It then cut to the game loading level one, the text "LEVEL EON" was displayed. When the game loaded, it was level one of Mort The Chicken. Why would the first level of the original game be here? Eh, probably an easter egg or reference for the OG players.
I kept playing. I reached level two. The game distorted again, longer this time. The text "HELPHELPHELPHELPHELP" appeared on screen. I peepeed myself so bad. When the game loaded and I realized I was sitting in my own urine, it was hyper realistic. I used my HD 69K camera to take a picture. I was so scared. There was blood on the walls! My computer started playing scary noises. Here are pictures!
And then I died and lived happily ever after!!! The ended!
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Vidya games
Category:TRUE STORY
Category:Hyper-realistic
Category:Im died
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Mort the chicken 69.exe the killer

ok guys i am telling a real story of really real prepourtions i am the 2nd biggest mort the chicken fan i have been a fan since mort the chicken released in 2000 and i am so happy that in the year 2222 mort the chicken is the only game franchise but anyway i am telling you about the cursed mort the chicken 69.exe the killer the 445 installment in thee mort the chicken franchise
it started when mort the chicken 69.exe the killer released it was a remake of mort the chicken 72 where you become a murdurer but it was a remake of that game anywho i bought its seconds after the release i played it all night long and drank my mountain dew major melon to stay awake i made it to the fifty second levl of the game when all of a sudden a boss fight started i played the original mort the chicken 72 and i didnt remember a boss on the fifty second level of mort the chicken 72 but to my suprise when i found the boss it was a hyper realistic version of the mountain dew major melon mascot he had blood coming from his eyes
i was so scared but then i saw a super knife power up and i killed him i moved onto level 73 but then my game crashed i booted it back up and saw the name was changed to mort the chicken 666.exe the killer. the game auto booted up and everything was red then mort spawned but i heard the noise gort the chicken makes gort the chicken is morts evil brothe i started running and saw mort the chicken.exe the killer he caught me and a screen popped up it was the title screen but the game name was coverd in hyperealistic blood mort had black eyes with red pupils the start button was replaced with a button that said hell in red text i clicked the hell button. 
i was teleported to hell irl and i was forced to play level 666 the final level of the game i had to fight the devil as he was the final boss however whereas in the original mort the chicken 72 there were bomb power ups i didnt see any bomb power ups so i had to defeat the devil with my pecks it took 2 days 11 hours and 7 minutes for me to beat the devil boss but i did the devil boss screamed a hyperealistic scream and bleed hyperealistic blood after that i woke up in bedwith mort the chicken 69.exe the killer having turned into mort the chicken 72:remasterd
it turns out mort the chicken 69.exe the killer was a fake game made by evil cultists to sacrifice people to the devil but it got taken down after i beated the devil boss and killed the devil for real. the devs of mort the chicken 72 remasterd were so happy that i did that that they sent me a free copy of mort the chicken 72 remasterd but when i booted it up mort.exe was stairing direcly at me he opend his mouth and spat out hyperealistic blood before he dropped dead the game was normal after that.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:English Class Failure
Category:File Extensions
Category:Animulz
Category:Hyper-realistic
MortalKombat.exe ALTERNATIVE ENDING

It has been four months since the incident, and I am traumatized by it, just like anybody else would be. The police found the man who killed Jordan. Oddly, he's the creator of the game I downloaded. Yesterday, I was flipping through the channels on my TV and I saw Jordan's killer in court on a TV show. However, this wasn't what I expected to see. Instead, I see the court in ruins with dead, hung-up, disembodied bodies scattered across the floor. There was also blood on the floor. It was disturbingly realistic. It wasn't staged bullshit. It was actually in ruins. Static cutted in for a split second before returning to the ruined court multiple times. I was horrified even worse. It must be a dream. The last thing I saw on the TV show was the knife flying towards the camera quickly before it permanently cut to static. No... This isn't a dream... It's reality! I turned off the TV, not noticing the door to my house slowly opening. I slowly looked at the door to see nobody coming inside, before saying, "Who's there?!" There was no response. Just a creepy creaking sound coming from the door. I turned back to the TV and cried. I felt something extremely painful through my chest. I looked down and saw a bloody chainsaw that is on. I screamed in terror. I quickly looked back. The last thing I saw was Jordan's killer before passing out.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:TELAVISHUN
Category:Wall of Text
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
Mosh Pit

I am a hardcore Thrash Metal enthusiast. I love Thrash, especially my friend's band. They're really good and get high energy. So I'm the kind of guy that will mosh like a mother-fucker when the mood strikes and the song is right.
Song: War is My Joy.
Location: Webster Theater.
Status: Moshing like a mother fucker.
So yes, I was enjoying myself pushing and hitting and overall enjoying my friend's music. Some guy managed to get me by the arm and throw a hard punch at my face. I started bleeding. Needless to say I got out of the pit as quick as I could. It was crazy in there, and this was my first time actually getting a bloody nose from a punch. It didn't hurt as bad as I thought it would. One of my friends chased me out to check on me.
"You okay?"
"Fuck yeah! Damn, what a rush!"
She just smiled and looked me over. "Blood looks good on you."
I looked at myself. I had blood all over my shirt and hands. I imagine it was also all over my face too. I headed into the bathroom and started cleaning up. At this point I had been bleeding for about a minute and blood kept coming out. More and more. It still didn't hurt though, I had so much adrenaline in my body that pain was a joke. I remember my buddy from another band come in. He nodded at me and I just smiled and washed off. The counter was covered in blood from my nose by this point.
I now realized that something was wrong. That much blood does not come from your nose at once. It wasn't letting up either, just pouring out. It was getting faster too, dripping into my throat and mouth because there was so much. I tried spitting out the bloody mucus, but there was too much. So I swallowed it. I kept swallowing the blood because I couldn't spit it out. I vomited into the trash can. It was all red at this point, and a little brown from the Faygo I had earlier. My Hatchet Man pendant was all bloody and looked a lot more bad ass.
It didn't stop. I was so high on dopimine and adrenaline I couldn't see any problem though. My friends all freaked out, but I assured them of how fine I was. Then I blacked out.
I woke up in the hospital about two days later. I apparently broke some artery in my nose and lost enough blood to be dead. Still doesn't hurt. And it's cold now, too. Really cold.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Music
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Im died
Category:Old Shit
Most Horrifying Halloween Figure

Kay watched the newest bunch of satisfied trick-or-treaters leave and closed the door. She enjoyed seeing them and shooting the breeze a little as she passed out candy. Still, she was glad that they were coming intermittingly. With her mother sick in bed, she had to pass out the candy solo, and thus she was glad to be able to take breaks.
She watched the group of children walk down the street until they were out of sight and then stared up at the nearby streetlight. It was a hazy evening, making the normally bright street lamp appear as a soft glow. Kay shifted her gaze back to the sidewalk so she could spot any more new arrivals. After a few minutes had passed, she saw a figure come down the sidewalk before turning and starting up the front walk. 
As the figure stepped into the light, Kay saw that what she had dreaded was now coming to pass. She was going to have to deal with the most horrifying of all Halloween figures – the adult trick-or-treater with a pillowcase for a bag and a "costume" consisting of a sports jersey. 
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Holidays
Category:Satire
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:The Title Is A Lie
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Shortpasta
Motha Fucka

Warning: This contains disturbing content not suitable for young readers and/or readers with a weak heart.
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==Just another normal day...==
I remember this story like it was yesterday. It still scares me to this day. This story gave me a case of depression so I was always eating until I became fat. About 4 years ago, I was walking in the streets embracing the hood life. Everywhere I look there were joyful gangsters playing tag, driving cars, and playing army. When I walked farther in the outskirts of town, there was a truck behind me. and I could hear a distinct "Motha fucka motha fucka motha fucka" All I was thinking was, "oooooohhhh crap!"
...And so the story began...
==Motha Fucka==
I was right, it was a jeep driving my way. One man driving, another in the passenger seat, and 4 on top of the carrier. I was running because it scared me and I was scared. He was holding a gun yet he wasn't shooting... All he was chanting was "motha fucka motha fucka" As they passed me, I grabbed on their truck and prepared for a fight. When I reached for the man chanting, his face suddenly changed to one of a Donkey's as he said to me, "Dontchya Daaare call ME a mutha fuckaa!!!" So we were just staring at each other for maybe, 2 minutes, possibly 10. And when they started whipping at me I killed the donkey head. I felt like the badass hero in that one movie. I said to him, "You are DEAD, motha fucka!" And as I said that, his dead body suddenly sprung up with his face wide eyed. The last words I heard him say was "Motha fuckayen peesasheeyet cacksuckaaa" And he killed me. Bottom line, don't ever call someone a mother fucker unless you're willing to die and write trollpastas all day.
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Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Title that makes babbies laugh
Mother

Chapter 1: The Sad Day
I saw my mother crying.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
There wasn't a response, just more crying.
I kept on asking the same question.
Again, there was no response.
I felt bad for my mother.
I had no idea why she was crying.
There wasn't any reason why my mother was crying.
I was confused.
But I kept on asking the same question for days.
But there was no reply.
And I felt destined to find out the truth.
But I don't know what's going on.
And I have a strange feeling that it's going to worsen over the next couple of weeks.
My mother just began to cry.
She didn't seem to stop.
It felt like ages have passed.
And I think that something suspicious is going on here.
I don't know what to do.
Chapter 2: Hope Is Lost
My mother stopped crying, finally.
It had been 2 weeks of constant crying.
Her eyes were bloodshot, it terrified me.
But I have to be brave.
And my mother just stood still, looking at me, with a twisted smirk, as she cackled.
Almost like she was a witch.
I felt scared for her.
Chapter 3: The Transformation
My mother suddenly turned into a old woman with a wart on her nose.
She was smiling at me.
I felt scared, as she began to laugh.
I watched as she cackled.
She began to stare at me.
Her clothes began to turn black.
Her hair turned black.
She was suddenly wearing black shoes.
Her nose became long and crooked.
She stared.
I turned away, and when I turned back, she was wearing a black hat.
She then had a wand, a broom and a cauldron.
She began casting spells.
She began cackling.
She chased me on her magical broom.
She's a witch now.
And it really freaked me out.
Chapter 4: Aftermath
After that 2 week transformation, I've never felt the same.
I always go to bed now, scared that my granny or my mother could be a real witch.
I can't stop thinking about.
It's been permanent cinched into my memory.
There's nothing I can do.
I know that the mother standing in front of me was no longer my mother. It was actually my grandmother who is still a witch until this very day...
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Beings
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
Mother's Annoyance

My mother keeps telling me to get a job even though I am a Discord mod; I am a full time Discord moderator and right now as I am managing 10 servers at once. I enjoy my job, I enjoy interacting with different communities and it's nice that people recognize me in all the chats, Recently my mother has been nagging me to get a job even though Discord is my job. We had family and cousins over for dinner once and they were discussing their job prospects. My cousin is a firefighter and was talking about how physically exhausting it can be to climb ladders and manage the fire equipment. I also say that my job is hard and that my fingers get tired so I have to do special hand/finger stretches as I don't want to get carpal tunnel. I heard my brother smirk and I realized that none of them take what I love to do seriously, so I stormed back to my room.
A few weeks passed and I was in the middle of getting a promotion and training to become an admin when my mother opened the door and asked to speak to me. I sighed and deafened myself since I was on a call. She looked at me with sad eyes and said "Honey, your father and I are kicking you out in 2 weeks if you don't get a job", I replied telling her that once again this is my job, she then asked if I make any money from it to which I replied one of the owners bought me a month of Nitro for helping manage a Discord raid, she told me that she didn't understand what Nitro was or what a raid was. She once again told me to get a job or that's it.
I am 28 years old, this is my dream and my passion, I am in the middle of completing my training and getting my admin certificate, I don't even want to imagine what my kittens would do without me if I can't go on my pc to use Discord... This is a very dire situation.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Memes
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
Mother's actual Call

A young girl is playing in her bedroom when she hears her mother call to her from the kitchen, so she runs downstairs to meet her mother.
As she's running through the hallway, the door to the cupboard under the stairs opens, and nothing is in there. She continues down and meets her mother. The girl says "Hi mom I thought you were an imposter for a minute" the mother says to respond "That's stupid".
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Blatant Ripoffs
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
Mothman Gives Crazy Good Head

So there I am on the bridge having a drive across it. A sudden boom-like sound occurred and holy noses there stood before my auto a large big bug person. So I'm a doodle scared but I decided fuck it and got outta the car and approached the beast.
"Hey what exactly is the deal here and could you please move aside? I'm trying to have a driver," I said, unintentionally erotically.
"Goink," came from the bugbeast and it turned around. It pulled off its apparent suit and lo and behold it was a naked California female, all tanned and platinum púbed.
"Well my my and by-and-by," i said, pulling out my plingus and immediate jerkilating it.
To my Christmas surprise, she got on her knees and opened up in a hey-commere-and-plunk-that-pangus-into-my-cherry-red-lips kinda way. Well, I'm no welcher, so I complied.
And holy heck am I glad I did. She suckled that hot dog like it was a delicious popsicle and I mean tasty tasty. Up and down and deep and sloppy, it was a blowjobber's delight. One for the Hall of Blomjombs for certain.
With a sudden explosion of manonaise, the job was done. Except she kept sucking and kept sucking and kept sucking and kept sucking but then the hey too much sensation came over me and I politely asked her to stop. She did and swallowed her filt to the hilt loaf of sporm and then farted up into the sky like a magic cum spaceship.
I took the Mothman outfit which was left behind and put it on. It didn't fit, so I got in my car and left.
Except
I HAVE NO CAR.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
Mouse.jpg

Some time ago, a message came to my email with a strange title: "Schizomouse". There was a picture attached to it, Signed "Smile.mouse". At first, when I saw him, I started laughing because I thought a child was making fun of me. But I considered the message below the photo. It read, "DON'T LOOK IN EARS! IT'S A MIRROR OF HER SOUL." I went to a friend who is a psychologist to tell me what the email is all about.
As soon as he saw the picture of the mouse, he started to panic, even crying. He ordered me to close that window immediately. He said that when he looked the mouse in the eyes and then he looked at her ears, chills ran down his spine and he heard voices. He also talked about the fact that the picture can actually cause schizophrenia, he even encountered similar cases. I said goodbye to him because his wife called him, and I went out for a kebab. On my way home I saw a traumatic scene. There was a man lying next to the garbage can. He had eaten eyes, cut off ears and probably severed arteries. There was a picture next to it ... Yes, it was "Smile.mouse".
I called the police and, terrified, ran home. It was evening and I went to sleep. I had a terrible nightmare during the night. I dreamed that this mouse is getting to me. I woke up screaming in the middle of the night, sweating all over. The next day I decided to show the photo to a "wider audience". But everyone who saw them panicked. After a few days, evening. Tired, I lay down on my couch. But something made me wonder. There was a knocking noise from where the bedding hatch is. I froze. There was a woman's corpse in the bedding closet. Her eyes were eaten and her ears were cut off. THAT mouse was standing by her. I almost shook off my fear and she started chasing me all the way through the apartment. Now I'm sitting in my room, shaky. The woman's body is still lying on the couch. I don't know if the mouse will get into my room. I guess it's too late for me ... I advise you well, look under your bed. SHE is everywhere ...
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Animulz
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Shortpasta
Mouse Appropriation

I'm sorry, but don't you think "cheesed to meet ya" is maybe a bit culturally insensitive? Nowadays people have appropriated the word cheesed so far extended from its original meaning that those friendly mice would be ashamed to see its facetious popularity.
It even finds casual use in subreddit names, like cheesedtomeetyou.
I don't have a scientific study to back this up but a big contributor to this imo is the insane influx of Looney Tunes into young adult life in today's society which just allows Mouse words to easily slip into the English vernacular. Everyone knows what cheesed, uhm, and this are, but they know nothing about their cultural origin. It's like if a foreigner started incorporating the use of American slang words into their every day language - it would be incredibly cringe. And it's cringe in every form.
Stop watching Looney Tunes. Stop casually saying Mouse words like cheesed. Stop appropriating Mouse culture.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Copypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Satire
Category:Memes
Category:Shortpasta
Mouse House

I live in a town where there are a lot of dissaperencices the police cant find eny trace of them and no one knows what happend to them but i know and this is how a few weeks a go a married couple moved named jain wallace and mack wallace in to a house where rats live we call it the mice hotel but they didnt know when they walked in every thing was normal ontill a minute later mrs.wallace screamed and ran out she sead she screamed becouse when she opend a cabnet to put the silverware in she saw rats in the capnet mr.wallace sead he’d call a exterminater tommowro the next day the exterminater came he hade blue eyes and blond hair he went in but somthing strange happend they didnt here enything and he was in there for a houre ontill mr. and mrs.wallace went in to see what was wronge and they found the exterminaters cloth and a mouse with the same blue eyes and the same blond hair then the other mice came they sead that there eyes turnd bright yello they ran as fast as they could out of there and told the police what happend when they went there they didnt find enything strange just tons of rats they looked every where and found nothing but more and more rats they gave up and looked every where els and as i told you before i know what happend to the missing people the rats in the house welll there the people turnd into mice i tryed to tell the police but they thout i was crazy im going there tomorro to with a camera to see for my self what happens there.
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Category:English Class Failure
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Wall of Text
Movie Murders

Action movies. Why are they such a big hit in the box office? Is it the rush of the bullets or the explosions, or is it that since the early years of human existence such as in Rome we would get enjoyment out of watching people fighting for their lifes?
Have you ever heard of a snuff film? That's a movie based completely on murdering someone. And who's to say that in war movies, you don't see the actors' names in the sequels? Is it because they were bad actors? Or is that because they were too good?
Next time you see a death scene in a movie and the special effects seem a little too real, wait and see if that person is in another movie. Maybe it is secretly a snuff film. Either way we will keep watching them as we love to see more gore and violence, but keep this thought in the back of your mind. Is it real, or are they just really good actors...?
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:THERY
Category:TELAVISHUN
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta