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The World's Longest Ghost

There is a local legend near my house about the world's longest ghost. He fell off a cliff because he was having a heart attack and he died all the way down. This caused his ghost to become all stretched out. He doesn't get along with any of the other ghosts they all make fun of him. So he haunts the lonely cliffside where he died and whenever anyone comes nearby he tries to stretch himself between two trees and slingshot them over the cliff. The bodies are watched out to sea and never heard from again. I hope you find this information useful in some way.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Ghoooosts
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
The World(s) (ARG)

"None of us never will be free, we are all just slaves under this man. He owns us. We are all in his mind. We were born slaves, we will die slaves. Of course, we are just figures of his imagination. But when he dies, we all die. But this "he" is a "she". She wants herself to live, but we keep ruining her. Soon we will leave her mind and just burn up. We have left the thoughts of her mind when we went into space. We returned when she remembered us. When we died, we completely left her mind. If we die in space, we left and then never "came" back to her. Her name is not "Mother Nature" or "Earth", her name is A- *The rest is covered up*"
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Please regard this if you want to slove the puzzle. This is COMPLETELY fake. This is a ARG or a Alternative Reality Game, but it's kinda different from the most, once you slove the first puzzle, a puzzle completely different from the whole case will appear, and that previous whole case will be forgotten once the second case appears. Also, the clues will be written in Binary, however, some clues inside the binary clues may have to be translated in HEX code or BASE64. This is a ARG because it features truths about the "world" you are learning about in the case, and other cases feature different worlds. This world in this puzzle is about a world inside a girl's mind. A worker inside her mind realizes the world is fake and explains it to others in a simple message. I copied- Erm, I mean, based it off a Creepypasta about Ash from Pokemon. That creepypasta was about him in a coma and everything that happened in the Anime was a dream and he is still in a Coma from being hit by a lighting bolt on his bike. The person you have to find out about is actually a OTer's name =P.
Category:Not Sure if Troll or Trying to Be Serious
Category:Roblox
Category:Old Shit
The World Must Never Know

It was a beautiful Sunday morning, the sun shining brightly, an almost perfect day. An owl sat atop a tree branch, gazing upon the wonderful day. Just then, a little kid, no older than eleven, walked up to the tree. In his hand he held a lollipop. He called to the owl, so the owl flew down beside the boy. He then whispered something in the owl's ear, and handed it the lollipop.
The owl began to eat the lollipop, and just as it was finishing the boy picked up a blunt object--a baseball bat--previously abandoned by the tree by someone. He then pulled out his ultra-cosmic ray gun and put the owl near a park bench. As he stood over the owl, he said one simple thing...
"How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop..?"
He zapped the owl's head, killing it.
"The world must never know..."
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Satire
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
The World Wide Web

As I stared at the screen, the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. The world wide web I had once known and loved was gone, replaced by a cold, soulless version of itself.
The sound of the familiar tune filled my ears as I clicked on the link. It had been over a decade since I last got Rickroll'd, and I couldn't believe it was still a thing. As I listened to the infectious melody, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia.
But as I continued to listen, a realization dawned on me. This wasn't just a nostalgic moment - it was a reminder of how old Rickrolling was. 15 years old, to be exact.
I quickly closed the video and pulled up my old YT playlist. It had been years since I last checked it, and I was curious to see if there were any new memes I had missed. But as I scrolled through the list, I realized that there hadn't been any new additions since 2011.
I couldn't believe it. The memes that I had once found so hilarious and creative were now ancient relics of a bygone era. There were no bass boosts or deep frying, just simple, straightforward jokes.
But it wasn't just the memes that were different - it was the world wide web itself. Back then, there were no "influencers" trying to sell us something. Everyone was just there to have fun and share laughs.
Now, the wild world wide web was long dead. The world wide web had changed, and not for the better. We used to be a real world wide web, full of creativity and humor. But now, it was just a shell of its former self.
As I closed my laptop and went to bed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. The world wide web may have evolved, but it had also lost something along the way. We may never get back the wild, creative world wide web of the past, but at least we have the memories.
With a heavy heart, I drifted off to sleep, unsure of what the future held for the world wide web. But one thing was certain - the world wide web I once knew was gone, and it would never be the same again.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Copypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:Shortpasta
The Worst Protagonist Ever

I love Mario. I can't stop talking about him, I have all of his games (except the one in this post), and my bedroom is covered from head to toe in Mario.
But I don't want to think about Mario after the experience I had... which is why I'm posting about him.
I once went to this store I heard about on the internet. I knew it was abandoned, but I walked in anyway. It was all creepy and stuff, there was a lot of blood on the ceiling, spiders everywhere, and the floor was wet with water that had leaked in. I ignored all this (yet I somehow remember it) because I just noticed a copy of Super Mario 3D World, for Wii U, on one of the shelves (the shelf was on fire BTW, but who cares?)!
As soon as I got home I opened the box to find a swarm of bats erupting from it. I didn't care and stared at the disc in awe. It was wet, held together using sellotape (it had been snapped in two) and had been bitten by rats, but it worked!
When the title screen showed up, it had a blood-red sky, and there was hyper-realistic blood everywhere, especially on Mario. Mario went up to the front of the TV and yelled "LEAVE NOW, GO!!!" before dying in a pool of extremely disturbing blood. Obviously this was a glitch, so I moved on.
The game should've been rated M. So much blood, so much gore, intestines got ripped out and brains flew into hyper-realistic lava. I'd seen the trailers, and they were nothing like this.
But then I saw something very, very horrifying...
THE GOAL POLE WAS ONE SHADE OF BLACK LIGHTER THAN IT SHOULD'VE BEEN!
That.
was.
it.
Mario is ruined forever.
この記事の著者は、今死んでいます。彼は頭の中で自分自身を撮影したが、彼は叫んだていたではない前に、彼を聞くことができるすべての人に、「次はあなたの番です」 。
それはあなたが含まれています。彼はあなたの親友でした。
Category:Stupid is as the main character does
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Mario
Category:Satire
Category:I CAN HAZ TRANSLATION?
Category:Im died
Category:YOU'RE NEXT
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Shortpasta
The Wrath of Auntie Oblit

Everyone who makes a trollpasta with intentionally shitty spelling (Not TEH DAY OF ALL TEH BLOD bad, I mean every friggin pasta here) will have their throat slit by Auntie Oblit, who rises from her bed in the bisexual whorehouse when she hears the tap-tap-tap of users who are doing so with their cum-encrusted fingers.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Beings
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
The Writer

You know those spooky stories about lost episodes of a television show, or a chilling tale of a haunted video game cartridge?
Well, let me be honest. I can't put it in words. I... made them all.
My life is an excruciating trip through torture. I'm unemployed and divorced, and I don't have a house, so I just sleep in the back of a soup kitchen. You'd think that this would be enough to drive one mad. But I have a way out - in the form of a Dell laptop.
I mostly use people that I knew from my childhood. I pour all of my anguish into the stories, a reflection of how they were never there to save me from this nightmare. Tom and Kyle from Sonic.exe were exceptions, however when I last phoned them, calling about my financial troubles, they just laughed and hung up. I had to give revenge, so I came up with the goriest story I could... then it got moved to the Trollpasta Wiki and I became sad once more.
I am just a normal human being. I am not some paranormal entity, or a creepy abomination. I am just The Writer.
You seem to be a good friend, listening to me tell you this. Come to think of it, you were never there to help me either...
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Shortpasta
The Wrong House

I WENT TO MY HOUSE
ACCEPT IT WASN'T MINE
IT WAS A MURDERERS
I WAS KILT AND NOW I'M DED
BUT I'VE BEEN DED FOR 20 YEARS
BOO!!!!
Category:Trollpasta
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Ghoooosts
Category:Classics
Category:Shortpasta
The Wrong Room

You get back to your apartment after a long day's work and you want to get inside and rest. You were about to pull out your keys and unlock the door, but you notice it's open. Turning the doorknob and stepping inside, You notice something different. You stand in the doorway trying to figure it out. then it hits you. this isn't your room. As you turn and leave, something catches your eye. There is a man hunched over a dish of flesh, eating it with his bare hands, tearing into it as a wild animal would with its prey. Red dripped down the side of his mouth, and the smell that emanated from it was sickening. You were paralysed by the sight.
Unconsciously, you start cover your nose and mouth. This accidentally bumps your elbow against the doorway. You freeze. He stopped eating there was something wrong. Then he looked up and started searching for the source of the noise.
His eyes scanned the room till they found you.
Your legs start moving on their own, and you find yourself running, running away from that room, and the horrors within it.
The man silently stands up, locks the door, sits back down, grabs another slice of pizza, and mutters quietly to himself:
"Crazy vegans".
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Beings
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
The Xbox

I was on my Xbox one day, playing my favorite war game. Okay, I was shooting all of the Nazis when my friend Giggle92819 logged on. I heard his voice in the mic, wait, oh yeah, it wasn't his voice. It started with a deep cackle like a fairy tale witch.
"You think you're safe, hahahaha!"
"Stop pranking me, Jim. I'm busy."
"You are dumb, Michael."
"I'm not in the mood. Prank me when I've killed all these -"
"I'm not Jim."
"Ok, you're scaring me now, stop the prank. Anyway, what's with the voice?"
"Look on your computer, in the downloads folder."
"Grr... fine, only if you stop it."
I paused the game and switched on my laptop, went in Documents, Downloads, blah-blah-blah
"I only see Minecraft, Bearnet and -"
"Scroll down."
The deadly cackle was scaring me truly now, I scrolled down on it. There was a .txt file and a .png file.
The .txt file was called READ
The .png file was called DEMON
"Click on the text file, fool!"
This wasn't Jim at all, this was... a hacker...
I clicked on the .txt file, it said:
dear Michael,
you probably hear her in your mic. don't open the OPEN THE PNG FILE NOW OR DIE. I WILL BE IN YOUR MIC
yours, (the png file name is my name)
"Yes, open the png file then, Michael."
I didn't dare open the .png file, "No,"
"Excuse me. Fine then. Hands off the mouse!"
I took my hands off the mouse, the cursor on the screen somehow moved without the mouse,
"What the fuck!?"
I went back on the Xbox and banned Jim, it only said: I don't think so
Scared, I ran back to the laptop,
"I opened the png file, remember. "Demon", it's called"
I looked on the screen, the file was on paint. And on it, there was a picture of Jim, with his gleaming blonde hair and stubbly mouth.
However, his eyes were replaced by vicious, fire-filled red balls.
"What have you -"
The picture's mouth moved as the woman spoke on the Xbox, "I see you on my XBOX screen."
"Oh no..."
Jim, on the picture, got his thumb and pointed behind his back.
I was standing there... behind him, and then I saw that, in my vision, I was actually in his room in real life.
Jim took off his mic, I stood fearfully on the spot. He turned around and glared at me, grinning, his red eyes were gleaming with their mists of fire. I hid behind a sofa as he chucked yellow lazers out of his...
"Pranked you!" he laughed,
I awoke, I was in a black room with no light at all. A man with a white cap came in, and got out a clipboard out of his tweed jacket.
"Welcome to your death."
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Vidya games
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Old Shit
The Your Mother Joke

My name is NAME. N-A-M-E.
I am now participating in comedy.
In the joke I will demonstrate, I will make fun of how dumb your mother is. but don't get offended; this is just a joke and I believe your mother is of average human intelligence. First, I say, "Your mother is so stupid" and you ask "why?" and I respond with the punchline "When I said it was chilly outside, she went outside with a bowl". To summarize the joke, your mother mistakes "chilly" for the Mexican dish "Chili" Alas, this is wrong because in context what I was saying was "Chilly" as the temperature is so low that it chills the air. Then, you the recipient realizing the absurdity of the situation will laugh. Again, my name is N-A-M-E and I will now demonstrate this joke.
Your mother is so stupid. when I said it was chilly outside, she went outside with a bowl.
I AM DONEY WITH THE FUNNY.
I will now be conducting a survey so that I can improve my comedy, and get to know my audience more.
Question 1. Was the joke funny?
Question 2. How many times did you laugh?
Question 3. What can I do to make the joke funnier?
Question 4. What is your age?
Question 5. What is your race?
Question 6. What is your gender?
That is all. I hope you've enjoyed my joke, Goodbye.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Copypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Memes
Category:Shortpasta
The Zombie Apocalypse

They won't find me in here. Before this fucking zombie apocalypse started, some evil genius summoned some crazy hell beasts to destroy the fucking world or some shit like that. I don't fucking know why he fucking did that. Maybe he was smoking some weed with Snoop Dog or some other shit that I don't fucking know.
I guess you want to hear the story of my fucking involvement with this zombie apocalypse. I was eating some spaghetti that my friend Luigi made when I heard someone ring the doorbell. Me, being the fucktard that I am, danced my way over to the door when I saw those giant hyper-realistic cocks outside of my door. Scared, I threw a skeleton that popped out in front of me a few days before at them.
Then I decided to carry my dog because he has some fucking involvement with story to my red Bugatti and decided to drive to some creepy old house that was owned by a millionaire that died a few hours earlier. After driving to the house, some scary hell beasts started to randomly attack us because they're fucking evil and they hate fucking Shrek. Rushing inside, I grabbed a shotgun that was just lying on the ground for some fucking reason and barricaded all the windows using some old, shitty planks that were also just there. Then I noticed that dog was bitten by the zombies so I told him that I was sorry and shot him in the face.
A few minutes later, it started to rain hyper-realistic blood for some fucking reason. Then, zombies barged in through the backdoor that I obviously forgot to fucking lock and I shot them in the brain. After that, I noticed a note reading only two words, "Ghastly Macaroni".
Then, some more zombies came and shot them near their pubic area. Shortly after, I climbed up to the attic where a bunch of scary dolls were hiding. And that's how I got here. I don't know how long I can survive anymore. I hope I can survive for much longer.
Please, whoever finds this must keep this after I die of a quick and painless death. I can hear some more zombies coming in and I don't have any ammo. OH SHI-
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Hyper-realistic
Category:Excessive Profanity
Category:SUPR SKAREY IMAG
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
The Zombie Chicken

Why did the zombie chicken cross the zombie road? To get to the zombie si-hahahahahhHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHGVBFSHGV
Originally uploaded in 2011
Category:Trollpasta
Category:One sentence
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Animulz
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
The Zombie Dingleberry

Once there was a man named Tony the Tiger. Unrelated to Tony The Tiger commonly known from the popular sugar dessert cereal "Frosted Flakes". His name was Tony the Tiger because his dad named him Tony the Tiger, and his dad liked the name Tony the Tiger. Let me just reiterate one more time that it had nothing to do with the cereal Frosted Flakes.
Tony the Tiger was absolutely drunk of his badonkadonk one Saturday, this was a couple weekends ago by the way. He was one hell of a bloke. He got caught pissing in the birdbath. Right about the same time he was pissin' in the birdbath it was getting really stinky around the lawn. Was it the shit inside his own ass that caused such a stink? Or was it your mom?
It was neither of those things. It was a leftover dingleberry from a zombie that was recently gotten killed.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Beings
Category:Potty Humor
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Title that makes babbies laugh
The Zoo

The world as we know it is filled with wonders, many of these wonders are a beauty to behold and awe us - some however are akin to our darkest nightmares and remain hidden, except in the dead of night when our defense against the fears and anxieties inside ourselves is at its weakest.
It is said by some that at exactly 1 am on any given summer night, when the wind is still and not a single thing stirs that relics of the past emerge: relics which disappear by the coming of the dawn, as if erased from this world by invisible hands.
One of these forbidden places is a dark, forlorn zoo which welcomes any who stumble across it with a decaying sign - as if daring them to confront their most primal fears or flee: yet try as they may to do otherwise those who see the sign are drawn like moths to a flame and enter the zoo.
Once inside these souls wander deserted paths littered with debris and junk, the silence so deafening they can not even hear their own footsteps as they continue down that path.
Large cages adorn either side of the path, some have bars that are broken and torn but most are in near-perfect condition - staring at the cages a person soon finds them to be completely empty: the exhibits as quiet and forgotten as the rest of the strange little zoo.
After a while the path comes to an end, next to a large brick wall that towers over the area - nothing is written on this wall, nothing but a dusty brick surface greets the often lone traveler who ventures to this place.
Many turn back now to head down the path towards the exit only to find themselves standing inside one of the abandoned cages, only then does a cold night wind blow and send shivers up their spines as they feel themselves tremble with unnatural dread.
The exhibits seem to grow impossibly large around those standing inside, each unsteady step they take making the cage expand outward as if in some terrible nightmare.
It is then many break down and begin to cry out or flee, only once the victim can feel the raw animalistic fear that many of us suppress does the torment end and they find themselves standing alone in a dark stretch of road, often many miles from their original location.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Animulz
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Old Shit
The Zucchini Cake

So, it all started when I went off my computer, (I was playing ROBLOX!!!) and went into the pantry. All the food was gone! Except for a cake at the top draw. I got on a stool and picked it up and put it on the bench There was a note on the cake.
I picked up the note and read it. It said 'This cake is made of zucchini!' I wanted to die. Who would put zucchini in a cake? I walked to the cake shop and all they had for sale were zucchini cakes! I went home feeling like I would lose faith in humanity, but the final straw was when I looked on cakesforsale.com.
There were zucchini cakes! Now I really wanted to die. I got my hydraulic press and squashed my own skull. Much better. Now I don't have to live in a world with zucchini cakes.
OOF.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Im died
Category:Shortpasta