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Real life creepy happenings

This is a page for Creepy things that happen to us in real life. Be it finding a creepy ROM hack or creepy, not funny, glitches, here is that page. I have a tale that happened to me once.
I was at a store (Which I won't say which one for copyrights sake) when I saw a Super Scribblenauts game. This is an actual store in the town I live in that doesn't sell used games, so it could not be hacked in any way. I asked my parent if I could have it, saying "It promotes creativity," which the game does. Long story short, I got the game. When I got home, I opened it and read the manual. Everthing was normal, and was even as I played the game. The first creepy thing that happened was when I added the adjective "Super" onto something. It started moving and spawned a detonating starite. When the starite exploded, the game froze. It was like I had taken the cartridge out, though I didn't. I restarted and tried to replicate it, thinking it couldn't happen again. It did. It happened five times, not in a row, and after I did it the second time, I stopped using that adjective for a while. I did it about three more times later, and sometimes it resulted in the game freezing, and one time I managed to get rid of the objects before they crashed the game. The glitches seemed to stop then, but the last thing that happened had me feeling an intense, yet very subtle feafdsgkhjl;';jhgadfsgkhjli;poiuykjfadgsSZFkhj;l'[
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Really Legit Johnny Toast theory

Toast spent years doing nothing but watching Spongebob slap and destroy Anti-Sylartoast, plotting Isaac's toasty vengeance as Jordan spawned gullible Big Daddy's super all-woman cappuccinos of destruction and Davy crockiting Cierra's Pikachu figures. Billy ate potatoes so Papa's toilets could become swagalisious banana friends with Johnny Toast's swag mobile of disco dancing as Jeremy squirmed around Rivatha's eagle of majesticness. Toasters flipped burgers using derpy powers of McDonalds fries because Toast crunched Jasper and Rivatha so badly, Comet Dogs played violin disgracefully, so Jeremy Decided Arby's restaurant created Rivatha burgers. Derpy poopa derped out Clementine because Jordan was squirming towards Jasper Jasper who poopa hated poopa explosions poopa flames of magical poopa. Audrey wants pineapples for Toast, who gave brew to Spencer because Bethany hugged toasters of delicious canadian syrup dancing swaggily with Woodrow so nobody could creepily do macaroni in Subway. Batman stealthily boogied with Zatman, a swaggy noob of noobiness. Suddenly, pineapples erased the derpy rainbow cookies of fabulous kawaiiness for their master, a carefree nerd that liked screeching taco's derpmobile as Rothlyn demolished Velociraptors which appreciated the derpiness of majestic waffle loving that defined who destroyed the mighty Lich and phantoms. As simple as describing swagalicious toilet man the deterring famous overlord of fantabulous monkeys that loved cheese. Suddenly, Weegee pooped. This time Toast was destroyed by tiny marshmallow manatees and daleks and fluffy minions wielding sticks, farting sheep. Raptor then saved venturian, homelessgoomba, bethanyfrye and immortalkyodai in subway and Gallifrey
then the universe was at peace once more....
or was it?
DUNNNN DUUNNN DUNNNNN *breaks keyboard then rips it off the laptop and throws it through the window somehow creating a blackhole and sucking in the universe but creates a paradox for some reason*
THE END.....?
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Reasons

One day, I was walking up the street. I happened to notice an ultra-rare gazillion-dollar coin (Ya know, the one with Nixon on it.) Intrigued, I slowly picked it up. As I carefully bent over, my chin began to protrude out of my ass. It generally got worse from there. Suddenly, a splitting scream entered my right ear. I flipped myself inside out to see what all the commotion was. Lo and behold, a woman was having intense public sexual intercourse. My horniness began to get the better of me, as I walked towards the sound.
Our eyes met. As soon as she saw me, a dog began to dissect his friend for the betterment of monkeykind. Lord, it was a heavenly experience. A banana bunch shot out of her tight-as-shit rectum, and we passionately embraced. As I began to pull her shirt off right in public, suddenly I recognized those tatas. It was Jeff.
I had to think fast. I pressed the button in my liver, and my raging hard boner became a machine gun. I quickly filed the paperwork, and it was all over from there. Jeff essploded into a sixth of his normal size. Somehow I could tell it wasn't over yet, though. My good orangutan friend Jim (he's great at pyrotechnics, held my town's 4th of July last year) handed me a letter. It read "Bunny Man Bridge is a lie. You oughta skedaddle before I tell Celestia. PS: Where's my copy of Conker's Bad Fur Day? I've been looking all over for it. Can you help a bro out? - H.A."
As soon as I read the signature, I realized who it was. Happy Appy. It was long from over.
ur next
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Reasons II

I was sitting in my house alone, when suddenly I heard some tapping on the window. My homosexual mind got the better of me, and I walked to see what it was. Suddenly, I heard glass breaking, and I was suddenly grabbed by 2 Halo fanboys. I was chained to my couch, and forced to watch Superbad (That movie sucks). When my captors were distracted, I began to spread some butter on the bars, breaking them. 
I snuck outside, and the 2 halo fanboys saw me. They pulled out their propaganda leaflets, and I hid under a haybale as they shot burning china at me. During this time of need, I discovered my guardian angel. His name was Axl Rose. He flew out, and instantly killed both the halo fanboys. He said to me "We gotta go find the halo fanboys's HQ!" We both set out.
I found out on Wikipedia that they were hanging out AT THE WHITE HOUSE. Me and AXL ROse both went there. I pulled out a COMBAT SHITGUN and I shot all the halo fanBOIS. Then, when I got to the main room, I had to TAKE the flag. But there were too many and I was low ON AMMo. Axl Rose casted his ultimate spell, he summoned the legions of Bungholio to kill them all with the mighty turd-miniguns below their backs. As I grabbed the flag out of the base, me and Axl Rose both had this epic chase scene were we ran from a giant monster Happy Appy. It was pretty cool, huh huh huh huh huh.
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Recess - Lost Episode

Well I was watching television once and I noticed Something on at 12:00
==The Story==
I guess a good way to introduce the story is that it happened two years ago. It was New years! The countdown had just ended and my brother and grandfather were asleep. Curious on what was on right now, I changed the channel to a channel I love to watch, it's a Canadian channel called, Family. There was an episode of Recess. I found it kind of odd because usualy at this time something like Lizzie Mcguire was on. Although I enjoy Recess and I haven't seen it in a while, so I thought It would be okay If I just watched It and then went to bed. Long story short, I was wrong! It started out at the Cafeterria with a title saying "Gus loses it. Everything By Paul and Joe." This freaked me out because I read ALOT of CreepyPasta's and Gus loses it sounded like one. I quickly turned off the television! But something just told me to turn it back on, so I did.The quality was HORRIBLE, but I could understand it, the quality looked like the first episode. As Gus was eating his soup, Laweson and some other kids (not the usual other kids, these kids had leather clothing, red faces, and spiked arm's) pushed Gus' face in the bowl (Almost drowning him). Tj asked if he was okay as Spinneli called them names, not the usual names she sais like twit, and dofus, she actually used vulgar language, stuff that was DEFFINITLY not suitable for a kids channel. Gus said replied to Tj " Its okay I'll take care of it"! His voice got more and more demonized as he said it. He walked out to the school yard and saw them playing Basketball. For a good minute he stared at them with a scary looking smile, the more he stared at him, the more his eyes changed. Tears came out of his eyes, then his eyes were HUGE and red ( Like Invader Zim's eyes), Then they turned small. I was freaked out now. It looked like he was going to jump out of the television and get ME. He walked off screen, so you could only see the jungle gym/Ol rusty. Laweson and his Demonized friends could be heard swearing at him, until later they started screaming as blood flew on to the jungle gym. the screen was white and blood flew onto the screen writing 666! The credits came on where it shows silhouettes of everyone on a yellow wall, except now It only showed Gus! I turned off the television and talked to everyone and asked them if they saw it to, but they say That's so Raven was on!
==Two years later...==
My heart pretty much jumps out of me whenever I watch recess and it starts at the Cafiterria. No one belives me. Some tell I should give up the joke, some tell me scaring people is rude, some people tell me it's not right to change the classics, others tell me it was a dream.
WAS IT!
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Reclaimer137

There was a small group of friends at a high school. Of course, there is only one surviving member alive as of now. The three members are as follows: Brandon, Daniel and Braiden. If you have read my other CP then you should know that two of these people lived through this story, however the other fate is unknown to you as of now.
==Ordinary Kids? - 19th of January 2008==
So these kids were average teenagers. They lived normal lives. They were kids, after all You see, Braiden and Daniel were the leaders of the group. They were interested in the paranormal as well. One day Brandon was hosting a party. Everyone listed was invited and therefore all arrived at his place. Braiden decided to try to contact any spirits that may have been manifested inside Brandon's farm. He must have forgot that there was a spirit that had once owned this house. A dark spirit. The house had previously been owned by a deranged psychopath named Kieran Jacobs. He was on a killing spree at about 17 kills, all cut up and put into bags. then left by the road, left to rot. His death came as he was fashioning a poisoned pin and he accidentally pricked himself. He died hours later, holding a small mirror.
==First Contact - 19th of January 2008==
Well, anyway, Braiden was able to contact him by talking to the very mirror that Kieran held as he died. Braiden knew he was connected by the strong feeling of negative energy around them. He made a joke:
"If you are with us give us a sign. Anything, come on! Give us your biggest sign!" He let out a chuckle. He turned towards Brandon.
"Take Brandon and possess him. Possess him if you are with us!" Braiden whispered. Brandon looked at him with a look of terror on his face. The room fell silent. Everyone waited.
"It didn't work. I feel fi..." Brandon was about to say as he was thrust up into the air. He didn't scream. He must have been too scared to. They could only watch as his skin was slowly being peeled off of his chest.
"Help." He uttered faintly as he was bleeding all over the place. His flesh and muscles were visible. His arms were ripped off with a load ripping sound, like the sound of velcro, and a sickening plonk! Daniel and Braiden were the only ones to escape.
==The Aftermath==
Everyone who ever moved into that area were found dead, armless and with their chests skinned. Braiden committed suicide several years later for another reason and the only last survivor, me, stayed alive long enough to write this story.
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Recoil

Look, this may be hard to believe, but I really just have to get this out for the public's eye to see. Although this happened some time ago, the only reason why I didn't say this earlier is because my computer wouldn't work for some unknown reason.
==How this happened.==
A few years ago, the most dreadful event of my life has happened. A friend of mine emailed me a copy of Assassins Creed: Brotherhood, although he has acted strangely and I probably should have been suspicious right then and there, but I was just too exited to really care. After sending this to me, he promptly removed me from the friends list. I still don't know why.
==What Happened?==
Well, everything started fairly normal, aside from some serious lag spikes every now and again. After about a week, I noticed some things that just didn't seem to belong. Well, for example, every time I opened the hit list it froze. At the time I just accounted it to a dirty disc. But when I took it out to clean it, there was no sign of a smudge or scratch anywhere. Then I started to hear footsteps behind my character (I had surround sound). When I looked behind Ezio, I thought for a moment I saw a shadow on the roof. It didn't show up again for three days, when I saw him again, but closer this time, and I could actually be certain that he was there this time.
Then I started experiencing strange events IRL like a pair of glowing, demonic-looking eyes outside my window. I couldn't sleep at all that night, and to pass time, started playing AC again. This time the menu was different, more gruesome. Because I don't want to discourage you from reading further, I won't go into the details of the image literally PAINTED into my mind.
I started playing, against my better judgement, and what I saw was a cutscene where Ezio is killed by what I have officially dubbed "Victor", he turned to the screen and grinned wickedly at me. I instantly shut off the console, smashed it, and sold the disk on Craigslist. The activity ended near my house, but I regret just not lobbing the disc into a wood chipper. Now someone else is going through the same hell I am and it makes me feel like shit.
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Recycled Pizza

I am here to explain something about me. Well, more specifically what's wrong with me. So, I have these voices in my head. They get really loud sometimes, especially when I try to go to sleep. These voices talk all the time, so I try to ignore them by listening to music. When I try to ignore them, however, they just start talking louder. They never go away. What are they talking about? For some reason, they all want me to go to the pizza parlor. It's strange, and I thought that to myself too. When I do go to the pizza place, however, the voices start to get louder. I think they get louder because that restaurant is a regularly loud place anyways, so it doesn't really bother me that much. They tell me not to interact with any of the arcade games and only order 2 pizzas. They keep telling me, "THE VOICES WILL GO AWAY IF YOU EAT THE PIZZA, JUST EAT IT ALREADY!" I don't want to eat the pizza though. I know these voices have lived with me for about 3 weeks, but, the pizza at that place is nasty and recycled. I don't know what to do! Should I eat the pizza, or live with the voices?
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Red

Isn't Red such a beautiful color?
Its just so...elegant and lustful.
It separates the scheme within my doubtful mind,showing my departure from my sanity.
Red is my morphine, my cocaine,my passion...my passion for my hate of the humans sickening soul.
Oh, how red is so marvelous.
Every time I see red it depicts me of the wonders i have done to this world.
Another victim, slaughtered.I love it...the feeling of bringing death, the feeling of bringing torture, the feeling of pure evil.
I love you Red...Never leave me.I..Im so cold without you...
"ha...ha..haa"
Isn't Red such a beautiful color?"snicker"
Oh, how it trickles down my scarred cheek.
Its so warm, so rich of life...Life for the sinned.
I love you Red...Forever...
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Red, White, & Blue Copypasta

I remember one time I really had to let it rip, y'know, I really had to take a piss. I went into the men's restroom and there was this guyin a full like, military outfit, full camouflage, all of thathe was stood up right at one of the urinals. He was a pretty good looking guy too, I mean like, really good lookin'. Freshly cut, cleanly shaven, looked like he could step on somebody with those beautifully chiseled legs. In that moment I was feeling so damn patriotic, I walked up to the stall right next to him and started pissin' red white & blue. It was nuts man, I was also a bit uh, clogged up, y'knowkidney stones and all that, I was so damn patriotic that I started shootin' out all 50 stars of the American flag into the bowl commando style! You wouldn'a believed the look on this guy's face when he turned over, I had just drowned that urinal in our shared American pride. I know I sorta broke the uhy'know, the unwritten guy rule, standin' right next to his urinal and all that, but he should understandreal men like us, we've gotta make sacrifices for our country. Best damn place in the world, I tell ya!
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Red Face

It was a cold California night, I was different then. I was still a joke—never appreciated by anyone. After all I was just a kid. What else could I have done about the conflict? I just want to be that one mistake that nobody will ever meet again. Have a replica of my personality is in fact the worst thing you want to do. But I had to hold on to home because it's where my heart will always stay.
At the time there was a well-known thing called hope. Hope used to not be based around belief of faith as it is now. Hope used to be absolute trust inside of the future that you will not die. Now that's gone—you have to pray for hope. That's why the expression 'I was hoping and praying' came. I had no hope with that definition of the past—but with the modern definition I did have hope.
I watched the silhouette let out a gasped breath of fate while all the white smoke from his mouth faded into the night sky. The figure seemed odd—I couldn't make out if it was a man or a woman. Not even the eyes shined under the moonlight. Under fear I stood there, unmoving, blinking only once a minute because all hope was lost. I suggested it was a man.
His head looked up from staring at the pavement without intrigue. He was about forty feet away so there was no point to start backing up until he came closer. I ignorantly sat there without any signs of fear. Sitting there was an absolute mistake. Again, I was just a kid and I made too many mistakes. His neck slowly became muscular and bony... it felt a bit abnormal.
I couldn't see his face or anything, but I could see his neck. There was no source of light anywhere, but it seemed like something was actually glowing inside of his neck. I saw him move into a perplexing figure. His legs moved on top of each other, and he fell back on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around his neck about three times, and his arms faded into the same orange glow inside. And each muscular transition was slow and seemed abruptly painful. 'Okay, it's not abnormal—it's paranormal,' I thought to myself. How could this have been happening?
Next he picked up his left arm and unhurriedly ripped through the tender flesh with his bare wrist. I saw the small particles of meat and blood fly into the air with the unnatural force from his strength... actually I couldn't tell if it was strength or just supernatural. I was extremely disturbed, and I ran over to the tangled body to see who it was. Why on Earth did I even do that?
The face was indescribable with words. The eyes were pure green, it had no nose. The mouth was grinning all the way up to the eyes. No eyebrows or hair, just a Fedora on its head. Its entire face was red.
But then I realized something.
Green eyes and a red face... this can only mean thing...
SANTA BE DIED AND STRIPPED OF HAIR AND FAT.
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Red Fog

I had ran out of ideas of things to build in Minecraft. I had built things like neighborhoods, Custom terrains, and sanctuaries. I'm not the kind of guy that is always making Pixel Art. I decided I would give it a try, first building a charizard.
I created a new world, naming it "Pixel Art". I suck at making creative names. I made it into a flatland. I pressed, "Done", and clicked "Create New World". It was all very normal. There were a few cows off in the distance, peacefully mooing and walking around like a herd. They kept me company, so I didn't feel lonely. Night started falling as I was building Charizard's arm.
Ten minutes later, a red fog starting spreading across the dark sky. I was expecting to see a Sun appear with the red fog, thinking it as normal. Minutes later, there was more fog, and no sun. This was getting strange, because I had a normal render distance and it was already daytime. Along with that, the Sun hadn't risen. The cows had begun staring at me while I was building. I found this quite humorous because cows' eyes are so derpy-looking.
Later, I begun seeing tall white figures walking around my Charizard. I began to think it was just the terrain lagging and not generating, so I turned my render distance down to small. I kept seeing tall white figures teleporting around. I left the World and played my treehouse world. I kept seeing white figures with red eyes teleporting around my tree. I didn't bother posting it on the forums, because I knew nobody would care or believe me. Later, I got a close-up look of one of the figures. I managed to get a snapshot before it teleported away. It looked terribly like an enderman.
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