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The Bulb Fades

Here you stand. In a room, doors all around you, here you are. White walls, black doors with golden knobs, and a single florescent bulb above your head remain in place, staring around you. Turning your head left from right, each door seems congruent. You decide to run towards the first door northward, in your sense of direction.
Slowly coming into contact with the knob and your hand, a cold feeling runs through your veins. You attempt to turn the knob, but the door does not open. You tug and pull, but the door is locked.
You feel and sense, but you express no emotion whatsoever. You turn around, and head for the southward door. You try the freezing knob, but it is locked just as the first. You look to your left, and try the eastern door. It simply does not pull.
The last door can be your only escape. What if it is to open? You take each step slowly towards the dark door, take a breath and try the door.
You open it, but hear a faint scream in the distance and something pushes the door back with unlimited force. You hear a lock turn.
Here you are—alone, with four doors.
And someone or something is on the side of that door.
The bulb fades and the room immediately darkens.
Be silent, it might be past your bedtime.
Sleep now.
Sleep.
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The Bus

One time I was on a field trip and the bus fell off the bridge into the water.
Then we washed up on an island full of drunk Englishmen who sang stupid songs and wouldn't help us find food or build shelter.
So we killed them and ate them and made a tent out of their clothes.
The tent smelled like crap, though.
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Category:Satire
Category:Potty Humor
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Category:Well, that was pointless.
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The Butcher's Revenge

__NOTOC____NOEDITSECTION__== Alan Carter ==
I remember a short film that terrified me as a child. I think I was 4 or 5 years old when I watched. I can't really remember what the film was about. I know it was stop motion. I think it was in black and white.
== Brandon Henderson == 
I remember this film as well. I remember that the characters were bugs. The bugs looked real. I don't know if the bugs were real or fake. I always thought they were real. I might be wrong.
== Alan Carter ==
Thanks Brandon, some of that information really helped. I remember that the film's main character was a butcher. I think the butcher was a beetle. I also remember that the butcher's wife was cheating on him with a grasshopper. I remember the butcher being angry.
== Brandon Henderson ==
Yeah, I remember that part. I think the butcher followed the grasshopper to his house. I don't remember what else had happened.
== Alan Carter ==
Yeah, I remember the butcher following the grasshopper to his house. The butcher pulled out a knife and chopped off the grasshopper's head. I don't my parents were letting me watch.
== Brandon Henderson ==
I remember that part as well. I think the butcher also cut off his wife's head as well. I remember the blood that came out of the dead bugs. I know it was a silent film.
== Alan Carter ==
I asked my mom if she remembered the film. My mom said, "I can't believe you remember that film. I remember your grandfather was a film director. He was the one that filmed the short. I remember the film was black and white and it was silent. Your grandfather loved insects. He used dead bugs to film the short."
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Category:DIALOGUE!
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The Butchering of 2014

In 2014, a YouTuber was streaming, before being torn to pieces by an unknown creature.
When police discovered his remains, he was unidentifiable. His corpse was disembodied, with blood and intestines littered about. His eyeballs had been plucked cleanly from their sockets, and were later discovered to have been forcibly shoved into his rectal cavity, which had prolapsed. His insides were eaten out, with beast saliva covering the man. He experienced true pain and terror before death, as his face had a look of unspeakable agony... or what was left of his face.
His head was decapitated, and skinned. The police had found the head on the floor, as it had rolled under his desk. The head had been torn clean off from the body, and his clothes were blood-soaked.
His legs were found torn off and thrown about the room, one found dangling from his ceiling fan. His streaming setup had been completely thrashed about, with broken electronics all over the room.
What was puzzling, however, was the gaping hole within his closet... leading into his backyard.
The faint growling was even more puzzling.
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Category:Well, that was pointless.
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The Buzz

I was sitting outside the last night, enjoying a cold monster energy drink on my veranda. Then, I heard a faint noise coming from my left. It was a small buzzing noise. Then I saw a small wasp fly in front of me, faster than I could blink. Terrified, I put down my monster energy drink and began scouting the area, but it was too dark to see anything. I could still hear the loud noise echoing around me, so in terror I picked up a nearby newspaper and began punching around me in hopes of killing the beast. It did not stop. Maybe I had just gone insane but the noise only got louder and louder by the minute. I sat down again, almost fainting from stress. Could you blame me? The wasp could be anywhere. I quickly reached for my monster energy drink and took a quick sip, but the moment I swallowed I felt something other than the drink going down my throat. At that moment the buzzing stopped.
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Category:Satire
Category:Beings
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
The Buzzing Sound

If you hear a buzzing sound on Saturday morning at 6:45 AM, DO NOT LOOK OUTSIDE. I first heard it when I was sleeping on a Saturday morning.
BZZZZZZ. WHZZZZZZZZZZ.
It felt like the bed was vibrating. I felt a presence outside... something close to the house. I couldn't dare look. Something in my gut told me 'No, don't do it, stay in bed and hide until it's over'.
But then it kept happening... like some force was circling near me.
BZZZZZ. WHZZZZZZZZZZZZ.
My intuition and gut said "Hide! Hide! You fuck!" but something in my soul told me: I need to know what this is. I need to understand more.
And so, ever so slowly, I rolled out of bed, unfurling the cozy blanket that I was previously so safely snuggled in. As my feet touched the soft rug in my messy bedroom, I crept towards the curtains.
BZZZZZZ. WHZZZZZZZZZ.
'I have to look' I thought to myself bravely. 'I have to.'
The red velvet thick curtain was pulled back by my pulsating fingers.
And then I saw it.
Rotating, in a square pattern, the whirring and the wizzing and the bits flying everywhere. My neighbor Kevin Delaney, but something was wrong. He was holding something. A lawnmower, and he was driving it across his backyard. While he was one full house away, in that moment as he saw me creeping out and instantaneously made eye contact with me, it felt like he was in my backyard cutting my fucking grass.
From that point on, I have never EVER gotten up or acknowledged the sound on 6:45 AM on a Saturday morning. And if you EVER hear that sound, you shouldn't either, or you might just....
BZZZZZZZ. WHZZZZZZZZ.
You might just get the attention of the lawnmower man.
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Category:Satire
Category:Beings
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
The COVID Vaccine Makes Me Sexy

I remember when the vaccine first came out and all the girls that were mean to me in high school kept talking about how it would “kill you” or “implant a microchip in your brain so the government could watch you.” as a suicidal exhibitionist with a power imbalance kink, both of these possibilities appealed to me so I got the vaccine 13 times. I would disguise myself as my friends and use their IDs just to get the sweet sweet nectar into my veins. I would break into hospitals and hold the staff hostage so I could load the vaccine into a pipe and smoke it like it was my last hit of that blue Walter White shit.
However, the other morning I woke up and realized something—it’s been over 2 years and I am still alive and also the government has never told me I look pretty or even sent me flowers. I also noticed that my ass had grown 3 sizes—it wasn’t an illusion, it literally looked as if Dr. Miami had snuck into my room at night and given me a BBL!! I also noticed that my skin had cleared up and the bunion on the side of my right foot was gone. I immediately went out to buy a pair of same-sized shoes and flaunt my big new behind. It was all fine and good until I woke up for realsies! I bolted upright in a panic, only to feel a hand rub my shoulder lovingly. I rolled over to the side of the bed, where the United States government was curled up next to me. “it was just a bad dream honey, maybe your chip got knocked out of place. I promise you’re still ugly and will die soon.”
I know it was just a dream, but I’ve been getting them more and more lately. Has this happened to anyone else since getting the vaccine? I e-mailed Fox News about it but they only responded with the full-length video of Ben Shapiro reviewing the Barbie movie. Please help.
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Category:Satire
Category:Title that makes babbies laugh
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
The Calculator

Hi I'm Marc, I am 21. I am writing this from my living room. This story is 50% true. I added and removed stuff to keep it lively, what I CAN tell you is that the calculator is real.
It all started when I was 8. I was practicing math with my grandma and she told me to get a calculator. I ran to get it and we entered problems. When I was done, I found a notebook button. I was curious so I pushed it.
Two words flashed on the small text screen. It read:
"NEW/LOAD".
I clicked 'NEW' and a blank screen appeared. I put in a small story and I got bored after. I exited out and clicked 'LOAD'. It was blank too but it had up and down buttons so I could click them. I clicked down and here's how the texts went..
"Just got my new house!"
"I'm so mad at Kim right now!"
"God, Kim is aggravating!"
"Finally got Kim away from me!"
"Kim, your a bitch."
"Kim, why?"
"KIM!"
"Johnny, I'm outside Kim's house. Lets kill this motherfucker."
"Did you bring the hammers?"
"Yeah, let's dump the body."
This seemed to be some guy's diary, but ended in a text-like fashion. I continued and saw this.
"If your reading this, I ask of you to go to 41st street and take me to a hospital... Kim..."
I was scared and never asked about this ever again! 
As a 16 year old, I drove to that lot one day to find it burnt. It was a house, and to find a decapitated head. The head whispered something. It sounded like..
"Beware of the Immortalis Ordum."
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Category:Shortpasta
The Call

Last week, I had received an email from an unknown sender, with the ID picture of some kind of black letter with white eyes: D.
The message? The message was just two question marks...
??
Every day, for eighteen days, I received the same message, but with another sender, but these times, they were different letters: O,N,O,T,A,N,S,W,E,R,T,H,E,C,A,L,L .
The first thing I noticed was the line of letters going down, made some kind of sentence.
DO NOT ANSWER THE CALL
I gazed at what this meant both in my mind, and the real sentence.
Then finally, eighteen days after the last message, I received a phone call (I NEVER usually get phone calls).
"Have you received our message! Have you! Have you! Look behind you! Look behind you! Look behind you! Look behind you!" a sadistic, chuckling voice came from the phone. Then immediately, the call was cut.
I flashed my head behind me, and there it was: a girl, eighteen-like, eyes a dark, black void; black tears dripping from her void, onto her pale skin. She screeched like a Cockatrice, but tainted with a ghastly, sensational sound. She jumped onto me, making me collapse. She pressed my eyes with both her soft, middle fingers; her long, black hair bristling past my mouth. I screamed. The pain! The horror! She licked my face like a snake: purple, and venomous.
I fainted, and the next thing I saw was (after I woke up): the girl clinging on the wall on front of me like a possessed girl. She wore a white nightgown, and had bare, pale feet.
"Hehehe. Soon, you will be the key to the end of Human-existence" the hell-girl laughed. I felt terrible!
"What do you mean? Don't you know that people believe that 2012 is the end of the world?!"
"They believe it for a different reason!" She snapped.
"No, they don't. For instance, first of all, there was that Illuminati rumour, and the New World Order: one Religion, one world. People believe that it's Satanism. I believe either that or this next shit you're ranting."
"Wait, you mean... Fuck! Fuck! But you. You are Christian. Christianity is close to Satanism - it describes Satan well! For this, I now command you to send what just happened, to every contact you can find. And if you don't..." she swore.
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The Candle

You see the candle.
You look at the candle for a while, nothing better to do.
The candle burns bright, brighter than most.
The candle burns more, getting shorter.
You feel a little pain in the back of your head.
You shrug it off as nothing.
The candle gets shorter.
The pain becomes more intense.
You can't look away.
The candle is almost gone.
You try harder.
You want to scream, but just a gurgle comes out.
You can't move.
The candle goes out as your vision goes black.
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The Candy Game

there's a disturbing new game kids are playing called 'the candy game'. it's where you eat candy literally all night long on Halloween. literally though. if you stop eating candy for more than five minutes, you're disqualified. the results of this game go on your permanent record too, so they have lasting effects your sperm count (yup, even girls) and your credit score. the game is grueling. candy selection is critical. my five year old nephew said a kid from his school ate so many m&m's that he became an actual m&m and got lost under a teacher's desk at school. the silhouetted outline of the m&m was visible when they crouched right down to look under the desk but they couldn't get him out. the office called his parents to tell them the bad news but the connection wasn't good (public school) and they just heard that their son was the teacher's desk now, which they didn't question (public school). can you throw up? no. it's candy, it's physically impossible to throw it up, it's simply too yummy. for years scientists have tried to make a hazard symbol for non-throw-up-able substances but just showing a guy not throwing up is surprisingly meaningless as a safety label. can you shit it out? yes, it's your only hope. you really want to get that candy through your system as quickly as possible so chocolate laxatives are considered fair game. but you'll want to avoid opiates and barbituates because they're drugs and not candy. there isn't a prize for this game, you just get fat and full of chocolate and maybe a few demons sneak in there too or ghosts or leprechauns if you're Irish. Happy Halloween!
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Category:Satire
Category:Rituwel
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Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
The Card

When I was just a little boy, 'bout five or something, I picked up a card-shaped packet that had been left on my doorstep.
When I held it, it was heavier than I thought. Turns out, the packet had a card in it. I really enjoyed Yu-Gi-Oh cards those days, and I thought it was a monster from Yu-Gi-Oh.
The description? A Vampire-like woman, with two, spiky teeth. REALLY light-purple skin and dark-purple hair, with human-eyes, but with a yellow-y glare - it resembled this character I once saw, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't. I decided to keep both the packet and the mysterious card.
So anyway, that day, mum returned to England; dad and big brother and me were all alone in our flat.
Then, after four weeks of waiting for mum, I got fed up, so dad left for England with us.
It was my birthday last week; I turned thirteen. And guess what? The most peculiar thing happened... here's how it goes.
I took the bus '341' to go to school, and as I went to the back seats, I saw the exact woman that the card showed, except the skin colour and the hair colour were different.
And I think that she deliberately opened her mouth to yawn, and that was when things turned fishy: her two teeth were the exact that of the card (even with the damaged gums, as I noticed when I looked at the card two weeks ago).
I scuffled my pocket to find my card. Once I grabbed hold of it (USB and stuff were inside) she stared at me, and smiled.
And smiled.
And smiled.
Since then, I am now able to do the same thing with her, but each time I do, a part of me disappears.
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The Carrot Killer

I never thought I would be afraid of vegetables. But that was before I met the Carrot Killer.
It all started on a dark and stormy night. I was walking home from a late-night movie, when I heard a rustling in the bushes. At first, I thought it was just the wind. But then, I saw a shadowy figure emerge from the undergrowth.
"Who's there?" I called out, my voice shaking with fear.
No answer.
"Show yourself!" I demanded, trying to sound brave.
Still no answer. The figure was getting closer, its shape becoming clearer in the darkness.
That's when I saw it. A giant carrot, towering over me like a monster from a nightmare.
I ran, but the Carrot Killer was faster. It chased me all the way home, its leafy fronds flapping in the wind. When I finally made it to my front door, I turned to look back.
The Carrot Killer was gone.
But it wasn't long before it returned. It started showing up in the most unexpected places, like my bathroom or my kitchen. And every time I saw it, I couldn't help but scream.
"You're just a carrot!" I shouted at it one night, as it loomed over me in my bedroom.
The Carrot Killer didn't reply, but I could see the malice in its beady little eyes.
"What do you want from me?" I cried, my voice rising with panic.
The Carrot Killer didn't answer. Instead, it just stood there, grinning at me like a madman.
I knew then that I was in real trouble. The Carrot Killer was determined to get me, and I had nowhere to run.
I tried to warn my friends and family about the Carrot Killer, but they all laughed at me. "You're just being silly," they said. "There's no such thing as a killer carrot."
But I knew better. I knew that the Carrot Killer was out there, waiting for me. And I knew that I had to stop it before it was too late.
So, armed with nothing but a salad fork, I set out to face the Carrot Killer once and for all. It wasn't easy, but I managed to corner it in my kitchen.
"Die, you vegetable fiend!" I screamed, plunging the fork into its heart.
The Carrot Killer let out a blood-curdling scream, and then it was over. The monster was dead.
I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that I had saved myself from the wrath of the Carrot Killer. And as I looked down at the lifeless vegetable, I couldn't help but laugh.
Who knew that a carrot could be so terrifying?
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Category:Satire
Category:Beings
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The Cartoon Conspiracy

In 1972, a cartoon series known as "The Himmers" never aired and never will. When episode one was in production, the animators wife died along with the writers brother. Traumatized, they decided to ruin the show. The 15 minute first episode went like this:
"Hey Tonni Jonni!" said Lucile Himmer. "Hi!" Said Tonni. Tonni slipped a small dagger from his pocket and started stabbing at Lucile. Grotesque images appeared on the screen. This, however, gave the boss of the TV show company a heart attack.
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The Ceiling theory

I have developed a theory with fellow freinds, scientists and Grammar Nazis. This theory states that ceilings are actually walls that have had a bit of a tumble, and are now in a purgatory stuck at a 90 degree angle, watching 18 year old virgins wank and play call of duty. The only way to free the ceilings of this curse is to destroy the building in which the inhabit, and detach them and lean them on another wall, allowing them to be at rest. Let me tell you a story.
I used to work at a ceiling factory with my friend mike. We were good freinds. Until one fateful day. We were packing up for the night, when i dropped my keys into an area of the factory where only the senseless killers that were the D-class workers were allowed to be. I entered and found the inverted walls crying, suffering. See, during the first 24 hours of being a ceiling, they are still conscious. Poor bastards. I pick up my keys and whisper to the suffering walls "I will help you". I leave and flip off the lights, leaving the ceilings to their own dark thoughts.
The next day was an inspection. Several workers moved in to investigate the equipment used to flip the ceilings. Thats it. These poor ceilings suffering for no reason. I pull a machine gun out of my penis and shoot out the factory. The D-class charge at me with knifes. I kick on in the face and use his body as a bowling ball, bowling the others out for good. I see mike running at me, bayonet fixed on his Carbine. I pop a cap in his ass and he falls down to the ground screaming. "WHY?"
"The ceilings. They are people too."
"No their not..." he mutters.
"You're right. Fuck you though"
I grab a sniper and do a TOTES L3G1T OH MY GOD 72000 TRICKSHOT QUICKSCOPE NO-SCOPEAND IM ALL LIKE MA GET THE CAMERA, AND THEIRS HITMARKERES AND SHT AND ITDS ALL BEAST MAN.
I go to the managers office, and activate thee ceiling reversal system, turning the ceilings into walls again. I then go to the nuclear reactor powering the facility, and shoot the coolant pipe to disengage the cooling system. The reactor responses with loud sirens almost immediately. I get on my motorbike and leave the facility, an exttremely Micheal Bay explosion going off behind me. I accelarate so fast I explode, and my body lights on fire as i hit a wall, propelling 2000000000000000000000000000000 metres around the world, landing in my house, where i free my ceiling, and end my own life, so much hyper realistic blood on my hands.
DEN A SKELLINGTON POPPED OUT
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