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The Others

It was cold and foggy. I had just moved to a new mansion with my sickly 22-year-old son.
My wife, Barbara, had died of a severe paper cut. Because it is the olden days, we have no cure for such things. Oh Barbara, I do miss beating you (more socially acceptable for me because of when I'm alive, with horses instead of cars etc).
Or was it the olden days??
"Rest well, little Timmy." I said as I kissed my son goodnight. "Try not to die before t' morning. I was thinking of having a wank. Digging your grave would put a spanner in those particular works."
"I'll try, Papa. However, I would just say that I saw a ghost not long ago. It was watching me. And I consider it to be a bad omen. An omen of death."
"Shut up, Timmy. I haven't got my end away for several days since your mother died. I don't want to have a struggle tug looking over my shoulder for a fucking ghost."
"Sorry, Papa."
Later that evening, even 'fore the stroke of midnight, Timmy was dead. I had to spend the rest of the morning digging his dumbass grave.
"Finally now I can bust my nut." I said to the empty house once it was all done.
It being the olden days, we didn't have much in the way of pornography and I had to rely on the sexiest piece of coal I could find.
But, as I began to do the deed, what did I see but a group of terrifying apparitions watching me from the shadows?
"And this is the point in the tour when the spirit we like to call 'Masturbating Madman' discharges his ectoplasm all over the room. If you are in the front row, be warned; you will get wet."
Do you see what is happening? I was the ghost. I was the masturbating madman. It wasn't the olden days but the modern days. And the modern days' ghost tour would all gather round and watch me whacking it to my favourite piece of coal. These are the terrifying realities of genre fiction.
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Category:Ghoooosts
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
The Outcast

Distantly, he sat there twisting his long, blond hair as the world seemed to rush by. His breath was slow and deep; the same as his current thought-process. He slowly analyzed everything surrounding him, not missing a detail. Bright, quick, blue eyes jumped from spot to spot around the room as he sat there, with a golden lock wrapped around his finger. He seemed oddly calm in a room that was in such an uproar. The boisterous clan of savages around him hooted and screamed over whom had been mating with each other. One of the savages was louder than the rest, beating his chest in a show of false dominance that he thought would make the rest of the clan respect him.
Suddenly, another male questioned his dominance, which sent the creature reeling into a show of how many males he had beaten in battle, and how many females with which we copulated, and vulgarly spoke of the size of their breasts. The honey-haired sapient watched in disgust as the beasts flaunted their private interactions with one another. He watched and wondered how they could make him an outsider and then speak and participate in acts so vile and barbaric. He smiled and gladly accepted himself as an outcast, because he believed he would rather be odd, strange and foreign, than join the group of savages who surrounded him. This was a choice, already made, in his first class of the semester.
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The Owl in the Night

An owl in the night, 
Oh, what a sight.
It is surely a fright,
You will go without a fight.
Silently flying
To the edge of a window.
He begins spying,
And taps on the glass.
You look through the window
And into it's eyes,
A stabbing glare,
Like razor sharp knives.
Your time has come.
But, oh no, oh dear,
There is nowhere to run,
For you are petrified with fear.
Your judgment is here.
With the drop of a feather,
Sliced is the tether
Of the soul.
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Animulz
Category:Morons Attempting Poetry
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The PC Mario Bootleg

Has Anyone Played Mario Games in 80s or 90s? I Played SMB And SMB2, Where I Died A Lot. But I Made Memories Though. I Wanted to Play it on My Macintosh, Where I Loved it too. But, I Found this Creepy Mario Bootleg....
I Went on a Virus Website Called "DOWNLOAD PC MARIO!" I was Shocked, and I Was Happy to Download and Downloaded it. It Took 40 Minutes and I Started the Game and Opened the File Called Pcmariodeath.exe. It Opened Suddenly Like MARIO ON PC!!!!! CREATED BY UNKNOWN PERSON And I Pressed Space. It Said "1-1 GRASS GARDEN" And the Other Stage was "TEST.EXE" and " DEATH.EXE." I Played the First Stage and The First Stage Started with a Static.
The Stage's Theme was an Earrape Overworld Theme of Super Mario Bros, and sometimes There were Static. I Controlled Mario and Stomped on a Goomba, and the Goomba Died, But Blood Splattered Everywhere and Goomba's Corpse Fell. Suddenly, a Koopa Troopa and a Pirahna Plant Started to Go Faster and Charged into Mario, I Pressed the Space Button, But they Where too Fast But I Dodged them. However, Suddenly Groups of Koopas, Goombas were Chasing After me and Soon the Enemies Got Mario and ate Him. Guts, Blood, Brain Fell Off Mario's Corpse spilled Everywhere, I Was Shocked to See Mario Getting Tortured. Now the Screen Cut to a Red Text Called:
" YOU KILLED MY FRIENDS, ALL OF THEM. NOW I WILL SHOW HOW SUFFERING FEELS LIKE".
Now the World Was Named Hell and the First Level was unaccessible. The Background Changed to Hell, and Dead Enemies were Everywhere. The Blood was Flooding, Now I Had to Enter "TEST.EXE" and The Text Changed into 666.
The Course Started, a Lava Background and People were Screaming. Mario Kept Moving, and A Crowd of Toads (The Mushroom People) Was Chasing after Mario. Mario Stopped, and Toads kept Hitting Mario and Mario was Screaming in terror. I Vomited.
Now I Played Death.EXE. It was a Castle Course where I Jumped Spikes, However Luigi was Chasing After me for 1 Hour, and I Had to Dodge every Spikes, But Luigi said " I AM HERE, MARIO." And Luigi Kicked Him off the Cliff, Causing Mario Being Dead Again.
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Category:Mario
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:English Class Failure
Category:TOTALLY NOT UNFINISHED U GUIZE
The Pager

I was at the ass end of my security job. All I had left to do was the final rounds of the warehouse and then it would be time for Jack to take over for the next shift.
Then I got a buzz on the pager. It was not a number I recognized. I finished my rounds and walked over to the central unit which had the phones. I dialed the number that paged me and there was just a scream on the other end. Like someone was being murdered.
Turned out someone was murdered and they dialed a random number, which turned out to be my pager.
Always be mindful of your pager.
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Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
The Pain

Fast asleep, you are suddenly woken up by a gunshot. There's blood everywhere and right in front of you lies a body, on your very bed. Somebody has been murdered in your room. Despite it being very early and you being very shocked, you immediately get out of bed to look for where you last put the phone; you need to call the police. You search through the room, but something feels wrong. You feel weak, dizzy, unable to properly function, and you are in pain. You still continue your search for the phone, despite your pain growing and growing. It gets so bad you are unable to see anything, and you fall down on the floor, in so much pain you can't move. You then notice the body on your bed stand up and leave. The last thing you have a chance to do is grasp the area of your body where the pain feels worst, which is your stomach. You feel a gaping hole. That was the last thing you remembered.
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The Pain (Alternate Version)

A gunshot shatters your blissful state of slumber. Blood stains your sheets and crimson runs from the walls and ceiling, and you notice from the blurred vagueness that is your peripheral vision, a body slumped over the foot of your bed. Somebody has been murdered in your room.
Despite the early hour, and the shock of your discovery, you desperately muster the strength to search for the last place you put the phone; you have to call the police before it's too late.
As you frantically search under cushions, beneath stacks of papers and old CD's, you realize something is wrong. Suddenly, you feel weak, decrepit, frail, a frailness that brings on intense and unwanted dizziness. You clench your teeth as you search for the phone, but your pain continues lurch at your bones and nag at you. The pain becomes intense, and your vision blurs, and you keel over in pain onto the floor. You are immobile due to the raging and unknown pain clawing at your insides. Helpless.
You sense a living presence in your room now, your sheets rustling, and now footsteps. The debilitated corpse that once lay helpless on your bed, you realize is moving of it's own volition. It is alive.
In your last moments of consciousness, your last breath of air, you manage to grasp at your stomach, and you feel torn skin, and then raw flesh. And then nothing. There is a gaping hole there.
These are the last things you remembered.
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The Pains of Labor

It was finally here. The day they had waited for with bated breath, in wonder, and in fear.
Their first reaction had been overwhelming joy. But a doctor's visit had revealed alarming news: the doctors were prepared to do everything they could, but it was uncertain if Olaf could survive the delivery.
Mike Wazowski had begged his lover not to go through with it. It was dangerous, and he couldn't bear the thought of losing him. 'We could adopt!' he had pleaded. But Olaf was unwavering; he desperately wanted to bring their child into the world, even if it ended up costing his own life. Mike eventually came to terms with the snowman's wishes. This was so incredibly important to him.
Seeing him lying there on the hospital bed, in the struggles of labour, Mike could only think that he had never been more beautiful.
"Mike...I love you," Olaf said shakily.
"Don't worry, my honey-cicle," Mike said, grasping his thin, wooden hand. "You're going to be just fine."
"Promise me, you'll take good care of her..."
Mike placed a loving hand on his snow angel's cheek. "You know I will. But you're going to help me! We're going to raise our beautiful child together, okay?"
"Of course..." Olaf smiled.
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The Pancakes of Evil

It all started when I was 20 years old, when my parents first decided that I was old enough for them to start buying Aunt Jemima's Pancake & Waffle mix to feed me for breakfast. I have never been the same since.
It was all good for about a week until my dad dropped down dead after taking one sniff into one of the cooked pancakes. Just as me and mom screamed, his body suddenly exploded in a gorey and bloody explosion with his guts and blood flying everywhere. The cats enjoyed him for breakfast so we threw them out and left them for the wolves while we changed to hamsters.
My mom was later arrested and charged with the murder. I had to convince them I could take care of myself while she looked at life in jail - they said it was obvious she did it that there was no need for a trial. I proved to them by fixing them a Pancake dinner with Aunt Jemima's pancake mix.
Later, I watched on the news that same night that a woman who looked exactly like Aunt Jemima had come to their homes and viciously murdered them before then killing their entire families and removing the bodies. I didn't believe though so I tested it out by cooking the Pancakes for my university just to see if it would work or not.
Every single person at my university ate the Pancakes I made for them, even the bullies, sports teams and cheerleaders, and later that night every single one of them met their end at the hands of Aunt Jemima according to a news report. I was scared to death that I had caused it, but then Aunt Jemima appeared infront of me and told me:
"It aight, son. You's mah son now."
And just like that, my skin changed colour to match hers and I was immediately changed into an outfit that matched hers. Now, all I want to do, is cook people more pancakes, for my Auntie Jamima to know who's next on the menu.
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Category:EVIL FOOD
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Shortpasta
The Panther and the Wolf

One day a Panther and Wolf were standing outside my window fighting over a piece of cheese. I was balls deep into a loaf of white bread I'd shoplifted from Save-a-lot while browsing the vegetable aisle for a cucumber that would be as satisfying as it was filling. I guess they noticed I was lusting after the cheese and turned to face me.
First the panther leaped toward the window. It crashed into my bedroom and snarled at the smell of week-old hummus. I ran for the door but was dragged to the ground wolf bit my ankle. I was certain that I was going to die. At that very moment my closet door opened and Cheryl, the real doll I'd made from a mannequin and several slices of bologna fell onto the wolf. Both animals pounced the pile of rotten fuckmeat and I ran to the kitchen.
I called 911 but the lady on the other end of the line told me I sounded like a crackhead. Stupid pig. I curled up in the pantry as the panther crept into the kitchen. I watched in horror as it shifted into a reasonable facsimile of Sylvester Stallone and the wolf shifted into Daniel Radcliffe. Then Rocky and Harry Potter started going through my fridge. For a brief moment I thought I might be safe, but then they moved toward the pantry.
I was so afraid that I pooped my pants. Then I woke up and realized I was dead.
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The Parallel Man

It was a normal day, nothing different. I was just walking home. I then looked around feeling watched. As I looked behind me I saw nothing, just the normal neighborhood. I walked down the road still feeling like I was being watched. I looked at my house, it looked a bit more evil and a bit darker than usual.
I walked to my house not aware of what was there. I entered and said "I'm Baaaccckkkk". I looked to see my mom and sister sleeping as they normally did but when I looked at the TV I saw a demonic version of me. A completely black see through version. I decided to say hi, maybe it was a trick of some sort.
As I said hi the demon turned around and showed me its horrifying face. A face as a skull with blood on it and decaying mold. It disappeared a few seconds later.
A FEW DAYS LATER....
I was walking home from school again even though I was only nine. I began to feel watched again, just like before. I came home with it looking much darker than usual. I only needed a photo, to prove that what I saw was real to my friend. I was going to wash my hands before dinner when I looked in the mirror saw him again. The dark figure of me. He mumbled something but I couldn't tell what he said. Though it sounded like, "You are next." I was quite shocked at that.
After Dinner time...
I went to take a shower and I began to hear voices. They said, "We found him!"."We know how to do it!" It was very scary if you imagine it.
PRESENT
Today, I am still scared of him. I look everywhere before doing anything. He has had a big toll on my life. I am even afraid of the dark because of him. Remember he is dangerous and he can get you. The Parallel man can get you!
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Category:Not Sure if Troll or Trying to Be Serious
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Category:Beings
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
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Category:Shortpasta
The Park Ranger

This story may seem a bit unbelievable, but it happened. I'm kind of putting myself out there a little, detailing my job and the like, but this is one of the scariest experiences I've had working out in the wilderness and I know you people like to read spooky stories at night. So, whenever you're out and about, camping or whatever, feel free to tell this story.
I work near Eugene, Oregon, as a park manager. A few weeks ago, I was on a firewatch towards sunset, and was out hiking a little more than a half-mile from my tower. Usually, I get nothing more than hikers and the occasional deer, but that afternight was different. After about an hour's long patrol, I returned to my tower for a Dr. Pepper and sat there out on the deck watching the sun set. Through the corner of my eyes, I saw something move at the foot of the tower, near the clearing on which it stands.
I took my sunglasses off to try to get a better look and nothing. I called it in to my radio, and having nothing better to do, walked down the stairs and gave the area another look around. When I shined my flashlight about the area, I heard a branch snap. Something nearby, something large. Fearing it was a black bear, I shouted and made as much noise as possible, hoping to spook it, but got nothing. Another branch snapped behind me, some six feet. I turned. Nothing.
Leaves rustled around me as whatever it was moved around me, pacing me, trying to keep an eye on me - all the while I felt the unmistakable presence of SOMETHING, something large - and occasionally heard branches snap. I began to walk back to the tower, carefully, when I saw a brush on the other end of the clearing get pulled away and a shadowy figure emerge. I ran, hand up on my radio. I called for help, and got squelch in response. I ran deeper into the woods.
Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Rustle. Rustle. Rustle. I ran hard and hid behind a tree. The sounds stopped whenever I did, and after a few moments, I paused, trying to catch my bearings. I stepped out from behind the tree and shined a MagLite around. Nothing. Another branch snap. I turned, now worried out of my head, and felt something slam against my back. I hit the ground.
I rolled and shouted in fright, fumbling in the dark for my flashlight. Rolling onto my back, I aimed the flashlight up - unsteadily, and caught the glint of light on brass. A skeletal hand lifted the mouth of a trumpet up to a skull's teeth, and phantom lungs played a simple two-note song and I shit myself in fear.
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Category:Satire
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The Pasta

I was hungry. It was last Friday. No one was home at that moment. I decided to make pasta. I poured the pasta into a pot and tossed the box at the trashcan like I was playing Basketball. I missed. I figured I'd pick it up later. The pasta smelled delicious as it was being made. I left and watched TV until it was done.
I checked my watch later and noticed that I'd left the pasta in the pot for too long. I accidently heated it too much. When it was done, it looked... creepy. Suddenly, 2 eyes popped out of it, and the pot it was in flipped over and on to the ground. It sluggishly crawled on the floor, like that described of a demented snail. I just stood motionless in horror and watched. The pasta crawled up and opened a drawer, and pulled out a knife. I broke out of my trance and ran away, but I tripped over the box I had so foolishly left on the ground. I tried to get back up, but it was too late, I was chopped up.
My roommates came home about an hour later. When they came in, they saw the pot. "Joe must've made us some food" one of them thought. "Where is he anyway?". He peeked into the pot and saw pasta... and a watch.
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The Pasta of Pasta

Last night, I had to take out the Trash. It was a chore I hated to do, and I usually Never had to. But, tonight was my night. I walked over to the Trashcan and peered inside.
Nothing but the empty shell of The piñata my brother beat at his birthday yesterday. I sighed as I put the bag on top of it. I put the lid back on the can and dragged it to the curb of my house. I was about to go back inside of my NoEnd House, when something peculiar caught my eye. A copy of Pokemon Silver was just lying on the ground. I thought it was a great find, so I put it in my pocket and walked inside. I went back upstairs into my room. The Pillowcase was off of my pillow. I thought that was weird, so I just put it back on. But that's when something that is still Unexplained to this day happened.
My Bike came wheeling through the hallway into my room and crashed into My Wall. I thought it was something, but I realized it was nothing. It must have been the wind, I thought to myself.
Suddenly, I received a message on my phone. It was from someone whose name was I am the Watcher. The text told me to "Be Happy. Stay Clever." I had no idea who could have sent me such a message.
My mom yelled up to my room "Hey Mike! Jeff Is Back! Come downstairs and give your brother a hug!" I was so excited! I hadn't seen my brother Jeff since New Year's Eve! I ran downstairs and looked at him.
He looked nothing like he did before. He was now wearing a Slender Suit, which was unlike him, because Jeff hated suits. He had two Happy Meals in his hands, which was expected, since bringing a bottle of wine to peoples' houses was "uncool" according to Jeff. We welcomed him inside.
A loud crash came from My Backyard. We all rushed outside to see something Tall, Thin, and Faceless take off into the bushes. Jeff ran after it. My mother and I ran after him.
Before we knew it, we were lost in the tall grass behind my house.
I reached into my pocket.
I pulled out a piece of Clay. The clay was shaped into my phone.
There was no way out.
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The Pasta of Trolls

One day Mrs. Flag..elbap, went to buy some pasta from china-town. Because they totally sell that there. "Two Pastas please." she called, the man threw a box of pasta to her, and she threw the card back, and he carded it, and threw it back like a boomarang. "This pasta is gonna be good, honey!" she said to her newborn. "mmmm, good!" she said, without even trying it, she put it into her mouth, and it began to move in one straight line, squiggling then like a jump rope, it flew its way down her throat and into her body, she became possesed by the pervert pasta, and Flagelbap decided it was a curse batch of pasta. Her eyes became a black glowing, dripping liquid in her eyes, but it didn't run out. The pasta possesing Flag, looked at its new form. "HAHAHAHAHAH!" a deep deformed voice from her body. The Pasta got a kitchen knife, and cut through the house, and killed flags husband, and threw the knife at a neighbor gardening, Flagel decided it was enough, so she tried to push the being out of her, up down anything was good, as long as it got out. The Pasta said "AHAHHAHAH!!" "I AM A TROLL!" "YOU CANT STOP ME." the troll ate some more pasta from the box, feeding the trolls needs. "MFM M FMMFMFMFMF" the troll choked its body, and through up the pasta, the pasta squiggled down under earth and the house exploded.
hurray
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