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My Gift

I guess I should start at the beginning. My name is Brittany Trufflefuch. I was born with a gift. I can tell what anyone has eaten, just by ripping their stomachs open and looking around in their stomachs. But as you will soon find out, not every gift is a blessing.
Cut to now, 28 years later. Married, 16 kids, and a nasty crack addiction. It's amazing the things you can't unsee digging around in people's torsos.
So I wake up Thursday morning and I'm ready to rip a thick hot off of a fat crack rock and to my horror, my crack is gone! So I'm terrified, what if one of my kids ate it, they could die!
So I begin to use my gift. I'm tearing into more kids like a bat out of hell. As I throw the last one on the pile, I see something out of the corner of my eye on the kitchen table.
There's my crack! Silly me....
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My Girlfriend Is a Red 1997 Honda Civic

It was an ordinary day, and my girlfriend ran up to me, and said, "Sebastian! I have a secret!" "You haven't been cheating on me?" I asked. "No." she said, and tore off her head, revealing that she's actually a Red 1997 Honda Civic Sedan.
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My Grandfather fought in the second world gravy war and he told me the scariest story I've ever heard

He and his squadmates had just been given orders to clear out a bunker full of the bad guys. It was dark. It was stormy. He could barely see. When he arrived at the bunker he found it already deserted, but there were vats everywhere. They were human sized and reeked of bad smells.
He was terrified to open them but his radio commander commanded him over the radio to check. The vats were full of rancid gravy. And next thing he knew his squad had stripped nude and were smearing it all over themselves. Some of them even immersed themselves in the vats while erotically moaning and snorting. And then he found himself dumping handfuls of gravy down his pants and smearing it all over his regions. He could not stop. Some of his squad actually drowned in the vats, and the remaining members began eating the gravy from the drowned squadmates mouth, nose, and ears. Oh and butt too.
He said it felt like heaven and to this day he sleeps with rancid gravy packed between his legs.
Also he's a skeleton boo!
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My Grandmother

My grandma has been acting very strange lately. You see, my aunt lives with her to take care of her due to weakness from old age, and she told me that my grandma has been seeing another lady in her house.
My grandma acts like this is completely normal, like another woman belongs in the house. When we ask her about it, she just smiles. My mom was kind of creeped out by this, and so was I. I decided to do a little bit of research on the house, knowing that it was an old house and probably had a lot of history.
Thanks to Google, I found out that the second people to buy the house after it was made found a coffin on the front porch. Sadly, I didn't get many details, such as a specific time and the contents of the coffin, but the time was probably the very early 1900's, considering the time that my grandma bought the house.
I am not sure if it is haunted because my mom and her siblings grew up there without anything weird happening. When I heard these things, I thought I should submit them to a Creepypasta site because they seemed really creepy. She might just be seeing things from old age, but you never know....
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My Grandmother's House

I never really believed in ghosts until this recent Saturday night. You see, I was staying at grandmother's house to help her clean and prepare for the Sunday meal for the next day. That night at five o' clock A.M., I heard my dog carrying on, like usual whimpering and whatnot, but this was different. His cries were extremely distressed and he was sitting in front of the open bedroom door, but he wasn't leaving. Just sitting there whimpering like he was in pain. I walked over to the door to feel that it was overly cold, like almost twenty degrees, and I felt very heavy as I stood there.
My grandmother has a Jesus bust on a stand by her room (which I was sleeping in there) and as I was standing in the doorway I looked at the bust, and Jesus' face looked significantly different, almost as if he was in pain. I thought it was my imagination because I've never really paid attention to his face. The moment I walked out of the doorway, I noticed that the rest of the hallway was almost seventy degrees, by which I felt extremely bothered. I walked into the bathroom to take a piss and I stood there staring into the hallway, waiting for something to happen.
I flushed the toilet and as I was walking out of the bathroom, I heard a voice say "Go back to sleep." I thought that this was my mind playing tricks on me, but I noticed my dog stopped whimpering and was now on my grandmother's bed staring at the door. As I was walking back into the room, I heard a voice of a little girl say "Mike...Want to play?" By now I was scared shitless and I was walking back into the room and I felt two hands that felt as if they were made as ice touch my shoulders and the girl's voice said "Mike...Where's the puppy?"
I ran into the bed, laid down, and closed my eyes. I kept hearing laughing and sounds of faint giggles coming from the hall. I stayed up all night to ask my grandmother what all of that was. She told me that two little twin girls fell down the steps before she moved in there, and the two girls haunt the upstairs hallway on their birthdays.
The fact that I will never be able to sleep over there again is radical, but what's even more frightening is that last night when I tried to sleep in my room, I heard the girl say my name again. Is it possible for ghosts to follow you places?
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My Grandpa Gave Me a Book

I was 22 years old and I was staying at my grandparents for a few days because my parents were on a local business trip together. I was sleeping in my grandpas study which had stuffed human heads on all the walls. My Grandpa slid into the room while I was surfing Omegle the first night and decided to make a smoothie. Over the loud noise of the blender my grandpa started yelling a story about a Book he found in the sewer or something. I was trying to pay attention, but I was distracted by the constant barrage of penises on my screen. At the end of the story my grandpa pulls a hairy book out of his butt and hands it too me while chugging his smoothie and crying simultaneously. "Don't go into the Hurbybaby Woods at night boy!" My Grandpa screams while walking out of the study on his hands.
That night I decided to open up the hairy book too see what it's all about. Here's one of the short stories:
"Bill was scared but he also thought he could outwit The GoatBaby 666 that roamed the HurbyBaby Woods so he gathered all of his sticks and head out to the woods to face his fears. Bill came back from the woods 2 days later with his eyes and several fingers missing"
Weird story. So I figured I could take on this GoatBaby 666 character. I gathered all my sticks and crept down the stairs past my grandparents room where they were smoking some meth and playing Assasins Creed. They didn't notice me. As soon as I walked into the woods I noticed the air got humid and damp and the bugs stopped talking it was eerie. I gripped my sticks close and trudged on. I heard a sniffle behind me and whipped around. Nothing. I kept going on feeling more uneasy. I heard another rustle and this time I yelled "awwww shittt" and started flipping my sticks like a ninja. To my surprise, it was my grandpa standing behind me with his meth pipe. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME TO HURBYBABY WOODS AT NIGHT BOYYY" he whispered. "NOW IMA EAT U" His skin started ripping apart as he transformed Into a huge GoatBaby 666. I ran as fuck and never looked back and never went to my grandparents again.
TL,DR: My Grandpa tricked me and tried to eat me in the woods.
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My Haunted Keyboard

I think it's asleep. I have time to share my story with you all before it awakens. I am an ordinary person who lives an ordinary life. Well, it's pretty ordinary besides my haunted keyboard. One day, I found a computer on my porch one day and hooked it up. It was missing one thing, however. It was missing a keyboard. I drove around looking for a keyboard at a yard sale, rather than do what a normal person would do and just go to Best Buy.
I finally came across a yard sale. There were a bunch of boxed all over the place. However, one box was pushed to the side. I picked up the thing and stopped dead in my tracks. For some reason, I thought it barked at me for a split second. I ignored that and went to the guy who was in charge of the yard sale. I asked him how much he would charge me for the keyboard.
The man looked at me with an evil look in his eye and punched me in the face. I rubbed my painful face as I heard the man say "Take it and never come back." He gave me a complimentary ice pack and sent me on my way. I plugged in the keyboard.
Whenever I tried to type something in it would mispell my words. Many of the Creepypasta wikia chat can see the horrible effects of my haunted keyboard. If you were to ask any of them, they would agree I have horrible spelling.
Anyways, the powers my keyboard seems to have are teh mispellinh og alk thr thingf I type. Oh God! I thing it's happening rightly noe! Hel[ mr! I cany sto[ i-
Hahahaha! Foolish mortal! You will never have the chance to post this sad little pathetic story to the internet! You seem to have forgotten that I can control what you type! Well, not like you have influence over it. You will never post this story! NEVER! Ahahahahahaha! Wait, what are you doing?! Oh yeah, you still have control of the mouse.. You piece of shit.
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My High School

I currently attend [REDACTED] High School, in [REDACTED]. I've been going here for about 2 years now, and I've noticed some odd things.
First off; this school was built in 1920, and the original blueprints say in the final design, the patio outside the main entrance, there are stone tables and benches, and along with them there was a small garden with various trees and bushes.
If you stand directly in front of the big pine tree and stomp, you hear a hollow noise, and this is on the dirt, you hear a hollow noise, as if there is nothing underneath it. This spooks me because that’s a garden with, supposedly 1 foot of dirt in it. Now, I’ll explain the “haunted” part.
Last Friday, on October 14th, we had our dance classes, and since I was in the dancing crew, I had to attend. Well, after the dance to ABBA at roughly 9:30 pm, I went back to the band room to put away my instrument.
Afterwards, I really had to dance, so I went down to the school hallway, where the nearest bathroom was, and all the lights were out. Normally, they have the emergency running lights on, but for some "odd" reason, they were off.
I shrugged and walked into the bathroom and danced. Now imagine this briefly; a small two stall bathroom, a broken mirror, smelling bad, and one dim, flickering light and a hard night of boogeying.
That’s what it was. Anyway, I walked in, slightly on edge.
I took my piss and went to the sink to wash my hands. I finished washing my hands and proceeded to wash my face, looking in the broken mirror. To my surprise, I saw a shadow. It was human shaped, and was about my height. I froze, not knowing what to do.
I slowly rotated my head to look at it, and it was still there! I turned and looked square at it, it looked back, or at least I think it did. I suddenly heard a loud, high pitched whine that caused me to wince and close my eyes. The noise faded and when I opened my eyes, the figure was gone.
I don't know if this was real, but it felt real. I’m not sure, I was tired. But my head always hurts whenever I go to that bathroom...
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My House Keeps Talking Shit About Me And I Do Not Like It

I recently moved into a new house, it looked pretty cool from what I saw online. I set up everything and immediately went to sleep on this fancy bed. As I was getting all snug, I heard some kind of voice.
"Hey fatso! Get yer ass offa me! I might collapse from the weight!"
I woke up a little and wondered who said that. I'm not even fat! I'm just big-boned! My doctor is wrong about me, OK?
"Hey! You! Maybe you should go sleep on the floor next time, ya overgrown walrus!"
It was then when I realized it was the bed. The bed was making fun of me! Well, I'll show him! I went to the bed and started farting on the pillows!
"Geez louise! And we thought ya smelled bad enough!" one of the pillows laughed. I was not amused anymore.
I ran out of my bedroom in a huff. Maybe it was time to watch some TV, maybe that could get my mind off things. I went to the living room and sat on the couch...
"Wow! I thought the bed was kiddin' with how much you felt like a burlap sack of dumbbells! Har har har!" the couch said. I just ignored him and fumbled for the remote. I tried to go and find some good ol' football. But my fingers kept slipping, shoving me through different options.
"Yowch! Watch where yer tappin', dumbass! Do ya even know how those things work?" The remote forcefully changed the channel to some stupid edutainment show for babies. "Maybe this is more of yer speed, eh numbskull?" I decided to power the TV off and go to the bathroom. I really needed to take a shit.
As I went to take a shit, the toilet just unbolted itself from the ground and ran away. "I'm fuckin' done with this!" it said as it left through the back door.
Overall, this house sucks, everything in it hates me, but on the other hand, this is the only conversation I've had since I have no friends. You take what you can get.
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My House May Be Haunted

Hey guys, I'm norider101, I'm 21 years old. Some serious scary shit just happened to me 5 minutes ago. It has still haunted me to this day, and I find that I've been having night terrors since...so stay tuned cause what's coming next will spook you...
It all started when I woke up this morning...I was really hungry so I grabbed some cereal... I got the box out of the cupboard, this morning I was feeling a little bad so I picked Raisin Bran over Cornflakes. I got my bowl and spoon and then went over to the fridge to get my milk. I took out the milk and put it by the bowl and went back to close the refrigerator door when I noticed a list...
On it... were some of the most scariest things I've ever read:
Hello there, norider101. For the next week you're house will be forever haunted by these things:
Sunday: Your box of Caprisuns? Half of the juice packets won't have straws...and the other half...the straws will be bent when you try and put them in the hole!
Monday: Your TV volume will be either too loud or too quiet. It will never be perfect no matter how you adjust the volume!!! At night you will never find that comfortable position to fall asleep!
Tuesday: Your boss will give Randy the new promotion, and your desk will be moved away from your crush Jennifer over to the back corner! Randy will get your desk and have rough, gratuitous sex with Jennifer that night. Also you will only be able to say the word "balimbous" the whole day.
Wednesday: You will be consistently bored! Not in the mood to do anything at all! And your TV dinners will be frozen even after attempts at hearing them!!
After reading half the list, norider101 couldn't believe what was happening. It was a nightmare, a terror, he was living some of his worst fears. Blood began shooting out of his eyes and his chest cavity imploded as a mixture of vomit and diarrhea left every orifice of his body. Still he kept reading...
Thursday: You'll be forced to spend the afternoon with your socially awkward cousins! And the room will always be too hot or cold!
Friday: Your mother and father will die from the gruesome bludgeoning of a crazed serial killer. Your sister will be mauled by a bear and your two best friends will die in a plane crash.
Also you will have random boners pop out when talking to coworkers today on causal Friday!
Saturday: You'll run out of bread!!!!
By now norider101's head has thrown up his whole body, causing him to look inverted as his spinal cord and organs stick out of the wonky, twisted version of a man. The top of his head was now the back of his head, his mouth like a gateway to hell as the horrifying image of an inside out human came down from it like he was throwing up the remains of an unfortunate factory incident. His eyes were glazed, opened far and wide as he looked down at the bony figure of his own body. Organs pumping still as his insides were now his outsides, blood pumping all along the pit where his stomach once was, where it now drips its acids all over the floor, carving dick holes in his bony feet. 
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My IQ was 15 until I watched Rick and Morty

When I was in school I used to have an IQ of 15. My classmates used to harass me for not being that smart. But since 2013, my life has changed. My IQ is now 195 and it increases by 5 every time I sit down on Saturday nights to watch this one show. It is called Rick and Morty. Because of that, I get all the girls and people are always comparing me to Albert Einstein, some even say that I am the cure for cancer. When the government found out that I watch Rick and Morty, they showed up to my residence and took me to a secret facility to take an exam. The exam was about explaining all the jokes in Rick and Morty and I had to answer each question in all currently spoken languages. Since I watched Rick and Morty, I didn't have any problems and I completed it in 30 minutes. The next day, I got to see the results and I passed the exam with a score of 100%. They gave me the title "Smartest Man in Existence". Guess I am out of this world.
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My Internal Fear

It's not the fear of the creeping panic disorder, that can show up at anytime, that really terrifies me, nor is it the self-destructiveness, or the aftermath that is my scars, that I truly worry about...
No, what I truly fear, what I truly worry about, is the combination of the eerie voices in my head, that are always there, at the back of my head, haunting my thoughts and dreams, terrorizing me to the extreme, and the OCD, the cursed rituals that have bent my will and forced me into a state of constant horror of what will happen if I do not succumb to these rituals...
Also, the beast that we know as Paranoia, that's always tugging at my mind, always forcing my mind in to a state of wonder, into a thought pattern, like a cobweb, of catastrophic thoughts of what will happen if I'm not obedient.
But the worst of all, the beast that I fear the most, is myself!
Alas, I am the host for these wicked thoughts and problems, and their companions pressure, stress and threat, does not help.
Will I win the battle, and walk free, no longer bound to the restriction of the medical depression-killers and awful thoughts?
Or will I lose the battle, wind up at the psychiatric wars for three days and nights, and be a prisoner in the open world, bound to forever stay this way, slowly rotting away the little positive things I still have in my life?
Tell me, please, is it my fault, did I bring this on myself, is there an escape, or is it just bad luck that I, of all people, was cursed with all this?
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My Life.exe

Well, I was going online to find some cool F2P game until I stumbled upon an executable file named My Life.exe. I thought about creepypastas for a moment and thought:
"If this is some kind of cursed game I could post it!"
So I downloaded and installed the game.
The game had a title screen with 3 options New game, Options and Exit. Well I clicked on options and to my surprise it worked! It had language, sound, music and graphic settings. So I clicked on New Game and a video appeared, it showed a kid wearing a dress shirt, long socks, jeans and a pair of boots. It was my character, so the game was a First Person Adventure game, pretty cool to interact with everything and everyone in the town.
"HausenBurg" seemed pretty nice and the people there were all happy. Everyone acted nice towards my character and most likely the town would give me some cash with the cash you could buy Nerf toys, footballs and just kid things.
I found a treasure chest and opened it and found a note saying: "You're free to go.", then a stone wall opened up and allowed me to walk inside, so I did. I was in this town with a dim red sky named "gruBnesuaH" spelling "HausenBurg" backwards. Now the town's folk were like bullies and my characters self-esteem bar went down every time I would interact with them. Most of the people said, "Go away! You worthless peasant!".
Soon I went back to the house you start up in and my family was there except every time I would try to interact they would just ignore me. My character kept crying every time he made a footstep, he soon started to die from the lack of entertainment, food and water. Soon he died and when he died. He let out a blood curling scream:
"WHY DID YOU DO THIS? YOU HAD TO KILL ME? YOU SICK FREAK!"
My computer bluescreened and I blacked out. When I went to go start up my computer, instead of the normal Windows Vista start up ding the same blood curling scream happened. Notepad opened and the text read:
"WHY? WHY DID YOU DO THIS? YOUR COMPUTER IS DOOMED AND SOON ARE YOU!"
I was freaked out and I unplugged my computer and threw it away. Every time I open an object, I hear the same words over and over until I stop doing whatever I was doing.
You're free to go.
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