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The Curse of Pepe

I've always been a fan of Pepe the Frog. I think he's a funny and expressive character, and I've always enjoyed seeing the different ways he's been used in memes and other online content.
 
But one day, I saw a Pepe meme that I couldn't stop thinking about. It was a simple image of Pepe, with the text "Feels Bad, Man." But there was something about the way Pepe's eyes looked in the meme that really creeped me out. They were empty and hollow, like the eyes of a dead fish.
 
I tried to forget about the meme, but I couldn't. It kept coming back to me, and I started to feel like I was being watched. I would wake up in the middle of the night, feeling like there was someone in my room. And I would always see a flash of green out of the corner of my eye.
 
I knew it was crazy, but I couldn't help but think that the Pepe meme was somehow responsible for my feelings of dread. I started to avoid looking at Pepe memes, but it was no use. The image of Pepe's empty eyes was burned into my mind.
 
One night, I had a dream. In the dream, I was walking through a dark forest. I was lost and alone, and I was starting to get scared. Then, I saw a figure in the distance. It was Pepe the Frog, and he was standing in the middle of a clearing.
 
Pepe's eyes were even more empty and hollow than they had been in the meme. He didn't say anything, but I knew that he was watching me. I started to walk towards him, but as I got closer, I felt a wave of terror wash over me. I turned and ran, but I could still hear Pepe's laughter echoing in my ears.
 
I woke up in a cold sweat. I knew that the dream was a warning, and I decided that I had to get rid of the Pepe meme. I deleted all of the Pepe memes from my computer, and I burned the ones that I had printed out.
 
I thought that would be the end of it, but it wasn't. A few days later, I was walking home from work when I saw a Pepe sticker on a stop sign. I ripped it off and threw it in the trash, but I couldn't shake the feeling that Pepe was still watching me.
 
I'm not sure what's going on, but I know that I'm not the only one who's been affected by the curse of Pepe. I've heard stories from other people who have had similar experiences. They've all seen the same empty-eyed Pepe, and they've all felt the same sense of dread.
I don't know what the curse of Pepe is, or how to break it. But I know that I'm not going to let it control my life. I'm going to keep fighting, and I'm going to find a way to get rid of Pepe once and for all.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Memes
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
The Curse of Robert De Niro

Let me just start off by saying that if you want an answer at the end, prepare to be disappointed because there just isn't one, dawg.
Let me start off by saying (didn't I say that already?) that I am a huge fan of Robert De Niro. I have almost all of his movies, my favorites being Goodfellas, The Untouchables, Mean Streets, Casino, and Dances with Wolves. I am partial to his comedy work, such as Analyze This and Meet the Fuckers. So when I found out Robert De Niro was planning a new comedy movie, I was stoked.
The movie came out direct-to-video (which is almost a sure sign it was going to suck fertilized clown fish eggs) on February 31st, 2014. However, for some reason, I was informed that it was only going to be sold at my Blockbuster in my neighborhood. I thought this was odd, but didn't care - I was still going to see my favorite actor on screen once again!
I got home, after paying about four bucks for the DVD, and threw it in my DVD player in my den. The screen opened up and showed a picture of Robert De Niro making a silly face and the word "PLAY" on the bottom, which my remote was defaulted on. This was strange - no music, no nothing, just De Niro making a moron face and "PLAY". Nonetheless, I began the video.
It began with a black-and-white viewing of Robert in a car. The car drove alone for a few minutes, silent except for the road. After about two minutes, scary hyper-realistic blood began to flow from De Niro's nose, until it hit the floor of the car. He grinned, and a terrifying piece of blood flew out of his nasal coronary (wait, what?) This was the most terrifying thing I had ever seen in my long twenty-five years of life.
I was disgusted and ejected the tape. The tape flew out, and roared at me "NEVER COME BACK!" after it had spontaneously grown a mouth for some reason. It flew out the window into the night, never to be seen again.
I burned my TV and my house down because of how scared I was, and now I'm a hobo on the streets of Los Angeles. I will never sleep again.
Curse you, Robert De Niro! CURSE YOU!
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Cliche Madness
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
The Curse of Trollpasta Wiki

As you may know, the Trollpasta Wiki is cursed. Okay, you may not have known that. But it's not like you're going to die in 7 days or 7 years or something like that. You see, the Trollpasta Wiki will never reach 10,000 pages.
The Trollpasta Wiki has around 9,980 pages. That's only 20 from 10,000. It's been like that for a while. You see, if the Trollpasta Wiki ever reaches 10,000 pages, it'll collapse on itself and cause a rip in the space-time continuum. To stop this from happening, the admins delete a pasta for every pasta uploaded, ensuring that the Trollpasta Wiki remains safe. So think twice about uploading a pasta. It may bring us closer to death.
Wait, it's over 10,000? NOOOO-
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Inside Jokes
Category:THERY
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
The Curse of the Fangirls

My name is (insert normal first name, probably starting with "J"). I am 20 years old. It all started when people were being mean to me. I brought justice to them, killing them in a gruesome, bloody way. I then did something to mutilate my face and make it look scary.
I posted my pic and creepypasta online, excited to scare and terrify people, and be seen as a tough killer to be feared.
Then, the curse began...
I checked the next morning to see how my creepypasta had done. Much to my horror, I saw myself drawn by somebody named 'XxDarkSparkley111xX'. It was awful. She had drawn me as a small 'kawaii' anime thing with sparkly obnoxious eyes. I looked away in horror, traumatized by what she had done to me. I nonetheless considered it an anomaly moved on. What a fool I was.
The next day, I searched for myself online, to see if my creepy awesomeness had spread to more corners of the internet. What I found was... terrible. Horrifying to say the least. Pages and pages of anime versions of me. There were anthropomorphic animal versions, horrible techno songs, the list went on. Finally, I came upon the worst one of all. I still quiver at the terrifying, bone chilling work of evil. It was me making out with Jeff the killer.
Be warned, all you aspiring killers, because one day you too may end up with the curse of the fangirl.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Jeff the Killer
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Shortpasta
The Curse of the Peepee Laundry

One day, I awoke from a deep slumber. My undies were drenched with a strange alien liquid. It was yellow. Soon I realized I had just pissed myself in my sleep. I got up to remove my clothes in a sexy manner before I realized the puddle had spread into my clean laundry. I sighed and went to pick up the basket. It was about time I cleansed my clothes with some detergents anyway. I shoved the basket into the washing machine somehow and slammed the door with the force of 1000 hulks. I pressed some buttons on the machinery and up started the whoosh of the waters flowing in. The basket was torn to shreds within the washer and all that filled my ears was plastic clanking on metal. "Fuck, my ears." I stated, visibly distressed with my tiny feeble 14 year old boy hands cupped over my audio receptors. I thought I heard a muffled "Fuc you." through the clankage of the plastics and I got a chill up my boner. It was a chill unlike any other. I turned around to see a large man standing in a crouching pose on my ceiling. "Get down asshole." I screeched. "I don't enjoy your kind." Before I could grab my flyswatter, I woke up in a dark room with a bloody spoon in hand. I was on the floor, which was really uncomfortable. "I rate one star, whoever did this will get a brief taste of soup before their face is beat in with this spoon." I yelled, my voice cracking every other nanosecond. A big tall guy was in the doorway suddenly and he spoke to me in his fuckin stupid voice, "He he heh feck you. Stay here for rest of eternity you fuckin degenerate aubergine." He closed the door and locked it, but not before blowing a good night kiss to me. I pondered in the complete darkness, wat de fuck do I do now? Me trapped, me ill, me craving for pastas. "I could go for some carbonara right now." I muttered. I rubbed my juicy fingers along the pitch black walls of the room until I found a switch which transformed the room into a lighter version of itself, almost as if light was suddenly emanating from the ceiling. I flapped my lips whilst exhaling to form the word "majicke." The big tall dude opened the door with a scrunched face. "You ever heard of a lightbulb idiot?" He said out of his pursed, wrinkled lips. This was my chance. I accelerated my body toward the man as I channeled the spirit of a 69 year old hawk and latched onto him with my extremely bendable toes. It was all clear now that I saw his ugly ass wrinkled face: Dat dude was me daddio. "DADDIO, I thought you was possessed by the spirits of 1000 demons from hell!?" "No son, I was gone because I'm a horrible person who was divorced by your mum and tried to throw you into a river." The only thing I could respond with was "FECK YOO DADDIO, let's get some carbonaras, me hungee." and all was good again. Me and me daddio got some carbonaras and then got along forever until I threw my dad into the river for revenge, killing him by piercing his body on a sharp rock. THER EnDE
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Title that makes babbies laugh
Category:Excessive Profanity
Category:Wall of Text
The Curse of the Sonic Doll

This story is about The video game, “Sonic and SEGA all-star racing Transformed”, the sequel to the original game. The story begins with Oliver using his computer and watching videos on YouTube, but one day he finds a trailer of the new game, Sonic and SEGA All-Star Racing Transformed,he decides to buy the game he is so excited, but he has a little surprise when he gets a visit from the friend of the tails doll.
 on November 9, 2012
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Blatant Ripoffs
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Old Shit
Category:TOTALLY NOT UNFINISHED U GUIZE
Category:Sonic
The Cursed Board game

I had just moved into my new house, which was built 4,000 years ago by Satanists on an Indian Burial Ground, and looked behind the fireplace, as every sane human being does, when I spotted a Board Game, I took it out, played it by myself, and found it boring. I boxed it back up, threw it in storage, and forgot about it. That night, I was awoken by creaking. I walked to the storage room, where I heard it come from, and opened the door to see a terrifying fright:
4 SKELETONS PLAYING THE GAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I ran out FASTER THAN A BULLET, TERRIFIED SCREAM, got in my car, and drove down Route 666.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Skeletons
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
The Cursed Counter-Strike Server

hello my name is franco and I'll tell you what happened a ew days ago let's begin:
I was a ew days ago playing counter strike and I adm't played multiplayer in a looong time I booted up the sxe injected and searched a server where there as only 1 person I was surprisedthe first server had 1 character only I entered I thought that it was a coincidence it scared me a lot but since I was very abanced in the game I always faught with those bots and I was aready ttired the server finished loading everything popped out fime i choze to be a counterterrorist and i choze the first man I was very surprised to see that I pressed tab to cee how the playaer was called I'll regret that for my entire life he was called dr. death I saw that it was and it said human-bot ay I got really scared we bagan and I was surprised I put hi in the conversation and he put the following to me if you kill me I will kill your entire family I thought it was a troll and I saw him I died of fright he had only one arm covered in blood and with only one eye he almost killed me he starteb shooting me I couldn't move and I began shooting at him I managed to kill him I exited the game 2 minutes later I was called telling me that my mom died from a headshot my brother from a gunshot to the foot my dad from a gunshot to the heart and my 2 year old little sister was killed with a weapen ak 49 just like the troll filled with wort I put the game I entered and the man in blod was stll there he put me in the letters of the conversasion I told you don't ply this more or you will die I removed the game I tried to delete it it couldn't be done I called a personnel so that he could format my pc and get the game out for me I told that man everything once formatted I entered that game was still there I took my pc and I threw it from the 15th floor window I bought another one and never again in my life have I entered in that game I recommend DON'T PLAY IT
okay bye I hope you ave enjoyd it I still have nightmares
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Vidya games
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Stupid is as the main character does
Category:TRUE STORY
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:ENGLISH, MUDDAFUGGA! DO YOU SPEAK IT?!
Category:Wall of Text
The Cursed Drum Kit

I used to be skeptic about everything...
Until this happened.
My day started off as the usual, me playing my drum kit. Then, out of nowhere, my snare drum broke. I was like "God fucking shit!" I was so furious, that I took a shit in rage. I told my mother, who was fucking some dude in the ass, if I could go to Guitar Center. She hesitated, at first, but she said with a sneer "You have a car! You have a fucking job! Go do it yourself, you failed abortion!" And I was twelve at the time.
So, waking up my drunk father, I asked him to take me to Guitar Center. He said no, and he was hungover from drinking to much. So, I had to take 40 mile walk to guitar center. As I got inside the store, the air blew into my face. I was so relieved that I was there. I went to the drum section, but I fucked around with the other stuff (guitars, basses, keyboards, microphones, the D.J equipment, and the sound area.) I went into the drums and I asked this friendly, but pedophilish, staff.
I asked the cuddly pedobear "Do you have any Pearl Snares?" With every breath he took to mutter out some words, he said "No... sorry... But you can look at the other drum kits, and see if you like those snares!" I was so pissed off, that I kicked the person in the shin. I screamed at him "RIP OFF ARTIST!" And ran out of the store, and into a different Guitar Center.
As I went into another store, which was in the next state. I went into the drum section, yet again. This time, it was a tall, skinny guy. Why, so skinny, that if a girl was fucking him, she would be fucking a skeleton. I asked Mr. Boney, he had the same name, the same question that I asked before. He said, with a creepy tone, "suuuuuuuree... Folloooowww meeeeee"
I followed the man, which of course I had a better chance of not being violated, to the back room. There was a drum kit. It looked sweet as fuck! It was a double bass, Pearl Reference drum kit. It had 7 toms, and 2 floor toms, and 12 cymbals (4 crashes, 2 china's, 2 splashes, 1 hihat, and 1 ride.) I swear to god, I believed I orgasmed at the sight of that drum kit. I asked him if I could play it, and he said "Go right ahead..."
I went behind the kit, and the man wasn't there. I didn't care anyways, because I was so excited! I hit the hihat, and started playing a beat. Then, out of nowhere, a skeleton popped out, and took me to the realms of Satan himself, to butt fuck me in the ass for eternity!
Then I died, in hell. The End
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Music
Category:Demins and Debbils
Category:And then a skeleton popped out
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
The Cursed FNAF Copy

I had pirated FNAF off the internet because who the hell pays money for an indie game? I'm a damn adult! So, after downloading the game I went on it. There was something off, though. Freddy wasn't there, it was PATRIXXX! I went to New Game and then there was a Select Game list. I looked at the game slots. Only one was unlocked. I chose the first one, and began. I was in an office and I began to hear laughter coming in on all sides, and then suddenly the game cut to black and my computer went static and shut off.
Then I heard my door banged open and my closet open and shut behind me. When I went to open it, a Freddy Fazbear skeleton popped out and threw me on the floor and began to penetrate me. It hurt so hard, but I couldn't scream. My mouth was covered in semen, I began hyperventilating due to semen overload, I screamed and kicked and asked for help from my wife, but then PATRIXXX exploded. He was finally dead. Then I noticed something. OH GOD NO. He was getting back up, rebuilding, and then he was alive. Suddenly I woke up. The computer was on the second slot. I got up, knowing that PATRIXXX could never die, and I began. I was in an office again, but there was a Freddy suit in the room. Then it struck me. NO GOD PLEASE NO, NO. I saw my character in the suit, dead. I was horrified, and tried to press the ESC key. It wouldn't work.
Suddenly Freddy appeared and stared at me for what felt like a long time. Then, he jumped up and out of the computer and walked towards me. I was frozen in fear, shaking. Then he jumped at me with his jumpscare and I woke up in my laptop seat. All 2 slots were locked, and one was still open. I went into it and I was in front of the West Hallway. I heard footsteps, and then I saw Chica emerge from in front and begin walking towards me. I didn't bear look at the scene at the noises that followed. Screaming, kicking, screeching, flesh crushing, unimaginable horror. Then suddenly I heard a voice saying: "IT'S ME." I looked around to see PATRIXXX and Freddy, two plushies. I screamed in horror has they forced my soul into the game. Whenever you play FNAF, you play the soul of those who last pirated the game, and don't dare pirate it again. You'll at least release us from Hell, but you'll take our place. Sweet dreams, shithead.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Vidya games
Category:EVIL PATRIXXX
Category:And then a skeleton popped out
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
The Cursed Mirror

I was walking around my house last Friday, ecstatic. Everything was going just great. I was accepted into Stanford, the girl of my dreams is finally mine, I had a great job, everything was terrific. I had turned on the TV. My favorite show, Two and a Half Men was on. Charlie was being funny as alwayswait, what's that?
Oh, it's just the mirror behind me. I managed to catch a glimpse of my reflection out of the corner of my eye as I was watching TV. "Thing's just always catching my eye," I murmured as I continued to watch my show.
I was tired after the day so I went to bed, exhausted. The next morning, I looked in the mirror as I got ready for work. My normal reflection as always. I'm brushing my hair when I take a closer look. Something seemed off, but I couldn't place what. It looked as if my image were distorted. Whatever, I thought, as I just went to work.
I came back from work tired as always. My girlfriend paid me a little visit and we sat on the couch and watched a scary movie together. After the movie was over, I needed to go to Wal*Mart.
"Hey babe, I need to stop at the Wally World for a bit," I said to her.
"Alrighty baby, drive safe. Love you," she replied with a smile.
"Love you too baby," I said as I walked out the door. I cared for her so much. I would never let anything bad happen to her. Sometimes, when I'm really sad the night before I go to sleep, she's the only reason I'd smile the next day. Anyways, back to reality. I came home with a roll of duct tape to fix my table leg when I see her crying.
"Oh no. What happened here?" I ask.
"I WAS LOOKING IN THE MIRROR....." she replied shakily and inbetween tears.
"....AND THEN A SKELETON POPPED OUT!!" she added.
THE END
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Trollpasta
Category:And then a skeleton popped out
Category:Satire
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
The Cursed Omelet-Amulet

You've heard of cursed amulets, now get ready for cursed omelets. That are actually amulets as well. Or is omelet spelled omelette? Whatever tickles your boat.
Anyway, it all started when my girlfriend and I had a brunch date at a restaurant owned by some half man half lion thing. And no, he wasn't a furry. I don't think. He just sometimes transformed into a monstrous lion. But the food was good, and that's what made us keep going back.
"Beware," the lion-man said. "If you eat this omelet, you will be cursed forever. It was once an ancient cursed amulet found in the darkest corners of the Abyss of Evil."
"Then why did you give it to her?" CJ asked.
"Because she wanted the corned beef hash omelet. Duh."
I shrugged. "Cursed or not, you know I'm a slut for corned beef."
"Your loss," she replied. How cursed could an omelet actually be? Especially one that delicious? Trust me, if your ever in the area and see some weird pagoda looking restaurant on top of a dark mountain, they have the BEST breakfast foods.
CJ's meal was just a regular uncursed waffle. Some people just luck out sometimes, I guess. When we finished, we paid and made the trek back home.
I didn't feel cursed at all. I felt full and happy and in need of another coffee.
But then it all changed. I was finishing up watching Goosebumps like the grown adult I am, while CJ was in our room working on her book. It was midnight by the time I finished bingeing. Binging? Watching a lot of episodes at a time.
You know how when you turn off the lights, you run upstairs super fast as though some deep-rooted instinct tells you there's a monster or a ghost or a demon after you? Yeah. So I ran up the stairs full speed, and something slapped. My. Ass.
Can you believe that? Something just up and slapped my ass without warning! I turned around and there was some ancient egg deity who said "LOL BLAZE IT" and hovered ominously at me :(
So yeah I'm cursed but dammit if I don't want another of those omelets. I'm telling you they're amazing
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Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Memes
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
The Cursed Potato

I was going to have some fries, and then to my demise,
I didn't  have any,
I didn't need many,
"My own chips shall rise!"
"Potatoes are what I require, if I wish to make my desire,
I will cut them thin,
Splash them with gin,
And then pop them in the frier!
I was getting potatoes down at the shop, picking the best ones of the lot,
When I heard someone burst,
"That potato is cursed!
It'll kill you before you shout stop!"
I shrugged off his exclaim, then went back to my domain,
I was cutting the skin, 
The potato went in,
And then a sound as loud as a train!
The potato jumped out of the frier, that man wasn't a liar,
Before I could scream,
It cut off clean,
The half of my body that's higher!
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Morons Attempting Poetry
Category:EVIL FOOD
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta