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The Haunting Fart

Now this might seem a little ridiculus, but i once woke up in the middle of the night with this horrible pain in my belly-region. I went to the bathroom as i thought i might be able to shit the pain out, and i was not wrong. I used my phone-screen as light as i was very tired and my eyes did not wish for the ceiling lights. I settled down on the toilet, turning off my phonescreen, and pushed. I heard a big "pffffft" followed by a major relief.
Knowing my house, I did not think turn on my lights. I washed my hands in cold water, because I did not really have the patience to wait for the water to become hot. as i closed the bedroom door behind me I heard a sound from the bathroom. Something that could be simular to the sound of a sneak-fart. The sound was constant, and getting louder. I was sweating, "what is this sound?" I thought.
The sound were now right outside my bedroom door, scared shitless, I could not move. The sound came under the door and was not in the middle of the room. This gentle pff sound was the most terrifying experience of my life. I felt that it looked me in the eyes. Then I heard it moving, slowly towards the footend of my bed. I felt a tingeling sensation as if moved past my feet and uwards towards my lower-region. I was certain this was the point where I die. The pff-sound suddenly increased in magnitude as i felt a pushin sensation at my anus, like something was trying to get in. "PRRRRT!". It was now inside me, like an inward fart. My pain was again present in my belly-region, and I had pissed myself.
I quickly understood that i needed a plan, or else this fart would hunt me forever. I carefully processed what I did the last time I went to the loo, and I found a fundemental flaw. I manned up, and ventured towards the bathroom a second time. But this time it would be different. The very second I had farted the devilish fart into the toilet, I had closed the lid and pressed the flushbutton. As I heard the water going down the drain I could gently hear the haunted farts desperate screams "Nooooo!" followed by a series of small, but sharp, fartsounds, then a huge "BRRRT!". I had won. I will never forget this traumataizing experience where I lost my manlyhood, and I always, always flush.
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The Haunting of Moneybaggs Manor

Ugustus Moneybaggs was a rich asshole. He lived in a big ol' family mansion in Kentucky. He only cared about 3 things: himself, money, and Justin Beiber. His net worth was 5 gogalizilan dollars. 
Now, his family house was built on an ancient indian burial ground or something, so it was haunted as balls. None of his family new this. Not his papa, not his grandpapa, not his greatgrandpapa, or even his greatgreatgrandpapa (his greatgreatgreatgrandpapa, on the other hand, he built it on purpose, because he was a racist bastard.) Ugustus went into his garden to antagonize his gardener, Philipe. "Hey Philipe, your poor so u have to work on my garden!" Yelled Moneybaggs, as he cackled like a rich douchebag. "Man, fuck you essae." Said Philipe, as he continued doing his job like the hardworking man he is. "You have to work for me to feed your family!" said Ugustus. Ugustus then started to through down pennies and telling Philipe to pick them up, but he was ignored.
Moneybaggs went into his smokin room to smoke his artisanal Cuban cigar, his lamp started flying and screaming "REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" really loud. He ignored it and went to the homeless shelter to laugh at the hobos, ya know, like an absolute fucking dickhead. 
Moneybaggs then got his chef to make him a ham. Suddenly, the ham exploded. He wrote it off as an assasination attempt and had his bodyguards execute his chef. He then watched tv, and it started to leak hyperrealalistic blood. But he ignored it like a dumbass.
Hours later, he went to bed. But then, a spoopy ghost came out of the closet. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO UGUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSTUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" said the ghostie. "what do u want" .screamed the frighined gogalizianare. "I'm here to drag you to hell where you belong" "but what did i do" "are you fucking Stupid" yelled the dead dude. "You kill the homeless and poor for fun, you demean everyone else, and u stan Justin Bieber!" "how much moolah to make this go away" said Moneybaggs. "What, i dont need that shit, you cant pay ur way out of going to hell dumbass!" Said the ghost. Then, hands came out under the bed, and dragged Ugustus to hell.
Moral of the story: don't be a rich douchebag
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The Hazmat Trio

It was a normal Saturday afternoon. I had just finished mapping for one of my TF2 projects. Instead of testing it though, I put it aside so that some of my friends could test it with me. I loaded up TF2 and started up a quickplay search for CTF. In just a few seconds I was in.
The map was "ctf_sawmill." But something was wrong. Nobody was here. There were no signs of life anywhere. Using this as an advantage to get a few scout achievements, I spawned onto blue team and captured the intel a few times. It was nice and all, not having any challenge, but it was just, weird.
On my third capture, I decided to go behind the waterfall, thinking it would be faster. As I was walking out of the room and towards the waterfall area, I realized it was blocked off. Okay, I thought to myself.
I didn't notice this before. But what really struck me was that I was hearing really heavy breathing. Not your normal creepy breathing, it was raspy and sounded like it was coming from a mask.
I looked behind me, towards the road. But a fence was there, blocking that path. "Hmm." I thought to myself.
"I'm pretty sure that wasn't there before."
I tried to go back into the intel room, but it looked as if it caved in. I was starting to get creeped out.
The breathing got heavier. As I walked out of the intel room, I noticed what appeared to be a jet-black figure standing behind the sewer grate. Thinking it was just my imagination, I walked closer. I noticed it was a fairly large figure. The breathing got even louder. Now, in most horror situations, you know you aren't supposed to walk towards creepy as hell things, but I dismissed it. It was only a game, right?
Only a game.
I was only a few feet away. I could see a slight glare from what appeared to be glasses inside the sewer. I got all the way up to the grate, and it felt like the breathing was right in front of me. I felt that I had enough of this, and turned around. Suddenly, I couldn't move.
My weapons and HUD seemed to disappear. The screen was shaking. I was forcibly turned to the right, looking directly into the sewer. I saw the hand of a heavy, but then a light shone above them, and what I saw was the most horrifying thing I have ever seen in TF2.
I can't really describe it, but I managed to grab a screenshot before I was killed and disconnected from the server.
Uploader's note: The screenshot that used to be linked in this page is now lost
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The Headless Driver of Scary Road

I was driving down a scary road late at night when a car came out of nowhere and kept trying to force me off the road. When I looked over at him I seen that the driver had no head! I was so scared a drove off the road and crashed my car up. When I came to and looked around my own head was missing! It must have been taken by the scary headless driver.
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Category:Satire
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Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
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The Hell Girl

The photo is of an anime girl from the series "Hell Girl", which has been of interest in my life these past couple of weeks, because of some weird things happening regarding this photo and my friends...
I watched this anime about three weeks ago and loved it. I told a friend of mine about it and he asked for a picture, so I got on Google and sent him a picture I found, the one to the right. But that night I had my first sleep paralysis, and in it, who do you guys think it involved? And she had the courtesy of keeping that same look on her face as she walked into my room and slowly approached my bed. I got lucky and woke up before she did anything... damaging.
I told my friend Chris the next day and he laughed and said I'm just being "a paranoid little bitch". I told him to piss off. I was a bit disappointed I let something so ridiculous get to me. But the next day, Chris texted me, telling me he had a dream where the girl was in his room, just staring at him... it was the same as that picture, and he said it was awful. I didn't think much at this point, but I thought I'd talk to another friend of mine about it. I sent him the picture and told him about me and Chris's encounter. He messaged back, mocking me... he isn't into anime, so he just said I was being weird. Nothing happened for a week, and she slowly faded away.
Until one morning, a week ago, my friend messaged me on Facebook, telling me he had a nightmare where she was chasing him with the same expression the whole time. At this point I was a little worried... maybe something was up. Then that Saturday, I went back to my parents house and stayed there for the weekend. I watched a few episodes with my younger brother, who is 12, and strangely he wanted to watch it after I showed him the picture. He loved the series, and told me to tell him where to watch it online. I was impressed. But last Wednesday, he called me, saying he had had a nightmare about that goddamn picture.
Chris said he saw her in another dream recently, but doesn't remember much... I don't know what's going on here, I honestly think it is just a mass hypnosis I've accidently somehow induced on everyone, or a sort of hysteria... but I can't help but wonder, considering how I'm about to go to bed soon, what is going on here? Maybe it's nothing, or maybe it is, I just don't really know. Check out the picture and stare at the eyes. See how long you can last staring into them... it's almost like they're actually looking at you.
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The Hell We Created...

Do all of you... Remember those old apple jacks commercial... I'm obsessed with them I watch them all the time... I have a VHS it had black sharpie marker, "Apple Jacks" on it... I decided to play it... Strangely it started with the one where apple and cinnamon got stuck instead when they crash...
It reveals a photo-realistic corpse with blood splattered everywhere a dialogue appears "eye balls where not found, victim was smashed together, victims where brought to hospital... ...but... Found dead" I was disturbed and it played again except it showed a hyper realistic apple and cinnamon corpse with Dr. drab standing over his deed...
He spoke "You never loved us... You abandoned us.... You are the hell we created... You killed squidward.... Made Mickey die, made ed and edd die too... This is hell we created... You killed the air monks... You made "IT" he's after us... Destroy the tape damned person!!" I took a hammer and smashed the tape only to hear hushed whispers.. Stop making these... Things... Look what you have done... The hell we created... Tomorrow the town next...?
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The Herbicidal Maniac

On June 18th, 2001.
A horrible herbicide took place in Edgefield County last night.
Ten-year-old Passion Fruit was found dead freshly picked from the vineyards.
The roots were lacerated and mangled beyond recognition.
"It is very tragic," says a next-vine neighbor of Passion, "she was a sweet loving fruit and never done anything wrong. How could this be?"
"I knew Passion like a sister," says Passion's boyfriend, Grapefruit, "she was kind and happy, and always made cute mistakes. I just l-love her..."
"I can not believe some one would do this to such a nice girl," says Passion's mother, "our only child, and on the night of her tenth birthday, this is what happened, she got p-PICKED!" Passion's mother cuts, off, sobbing dramatically.
There are no suspects, although many have been wrongfully accused by the authorities.
One of a claimed witness who had seen the man says:
"He had long black hair, and bloody smile that seemed to be carved into his face, and he didn't blink. His skin was paper-white and his eyes were bloodshot, and of course he wore a white hoodie and skinny black jeans."
If you know a suspect or someone who might fit this description, then please call your local police station at 666.
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The Hermit and the Toad

On the pestilent bank of a slow green slough
 
Lived a hermit who had only one shoe.
 
In a deciduous tree he made his abode,
His only companion was a pea green toad.
The hermit dined on cheese and blue berry pies,
The toad mostly ate weevils and flies.
By the light of the moon they studied the stars,
Told monstrous lies and smoked big cigars.
Everyday without fail at a quarter past three,
The toad and the hermit climbed down from the tree,
Went to the water and got into a boat
Which was made of an ancient Navy rain coat.
By the means of this small leaky coracle
They rowed to an island the home of an oracle.
Long ago they had reached this decision.
It was all they could do for they had no television.
In my opinion the oracle to the T.V. is far superior
Because an oracle isn't always showing pictures of your interior. 
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The Hidden Channel 666

One day, I was feeling bored so I flipped through the channels yadayadayada and I noticed that there was no channel 666. The first thing I did was do a Google search and I found nothing. So I punched in 666 in my remote and I wwnr ro [went to] 667. So I gave up. Then one night, I had a dream. In my dream, I woke up, turned on the tv, punched in 666 into the remote, and nothing happened. I tried again in the morning and again, I got redirected to 667. I had another dream after that but it was still the same and I tried again in the morning.
This went on for four weeks before I lost interest. On the night of August 27, 2011, I had the dream again, but this time it was different. I went to channel 666 and I was greeted with static. And then suddenly, I felt an earthquake and an image started to form. A storm. And then a sequences of nature's deadliest occurences. At the same time, there was a hell lot of war footage. And then it showed all sorts of bad things happening around the world. But that's not so bad right? I couldn't be more than fucking wrong.
A logo appeared at the bottom right:
PC
And then I heard a speech, a long and boring speech, so horrible that I fell asleep in my dream yet I was able to watch the whole thing. And then I saw glimpses of the nations leaders gathered together. What the hell was this channel trying to tell me? And then I heard words that stopped my heart right there (actually I just woke up).
POLITICS
Then the radio mentioned a word. Diplomats. I reached for it to turn it off and I felt something. I touched it.
And a skeleton fell on me.
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The High Price We Pay at the Pump

“Oh look baby, the price of gas is a whole dollar cheaper at that gas station! Pull in and top off.”
“Awe bay, it’s packed over there. It’s gonna take twenty minutes to just to get to the pump.”
“So what? The money we save right now pays for your lunch tomorrow. Don’t be so lazy!”
Ron reluctantly follows his wife’s request and pulls into the local Shell station to take advantage of the amazing deal on gasoline. The longer he waits the more and more aggravated he gets. The person directly in front of him is taking an abnormally long amount of time to fill up his small Prius. He also seems to be stroking the grip of the pump a little too awkwardly for Ron’s comfort. It was cold outside and the weird man had gloves on so he figured he was just trying to warm up his hand.
“Ron, when you finish pumping can you run inside and get me and Sophie some Icee’s?”
Ron’s truck was nearly on empty and taking forever to fill. The breeze shooting under the canopy was much colder than he anticipated. He notices his fingers and hand started to tingle and numb from the frigidity. Once he is done, he goes inside to get the drinks. As he was pouring he started feeling a violent tingling sensation crawl up his arm at an alarming pace. When he pulls up his sleeve he notices several red vein-like streaks bulging up passed his wrists toward his shoulders. As the streaks hit his neck and carotid artery he begins to feel like his blood is boiling within him. Wave after wave of crimson blood begins to spray out of his mouth and nose, hitting the entire line of customers at the counter. As he slowly stumbles out of the store he can hear screams and sounds of vomiting behind him.
Ron finally makes it to his car and his wife opens the door in a panic to see what was wrong with her husband. As he falls within her grip and into the car, she notices his skin slides off his muscles as though it were poached in boiling water. He sprays the last of his bloody bile over her and their terrified daughter in the back seat. As he sags away through her arms, she sees dozens of patrons suffering similar fates all over the gas station lot. The domino effect was unmistakable. So were the red veins protruding from Sophie’s neck and the boiling sensation in her own chest.
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The High School

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

The High School used to be the respectable school, known as Menchi-Nasu High. It was left behind and abandoned, because of lack of funds for that one school. Then the students left, and the "students" bummed around. There was an accident that happened at a Seinor Prom in 1999; a High-Functioning Autistic individual with Psychic Powers, Terrah LeAnne Yowman, roamed the halls with growing social outreachings; she had a number of good guy-pals, and a few gal-pals. She was constantly ridiculed with being labeled a Lesbian, because she hung out with MORE DUDES Mutually.
She felt angry when she heard "Lesbian"; when called that, she would leave the bully an intimidating glare with a purple glow from her green eyes. Then soon after, a Strong, Straight Homophobe would attack that bully with No Mercy; beat the crap out of that person.
Come her Seinor Prom in 1999, she asked her Best Guy-Pal, Tippanston Gowen, to the Prom. And even though she felt nervous at first, he asked her to dance. She replied, "I have two left-feet." Still, he took her hand, and danced the night with her. She was most happy and in peace. Then after the last dance, he kissed her long and good. If she was still alive today, she would have been anxiously waiting for the 2009 Reunion to return the favor of Gowen offering the Strong Autistic individual the best night of their life at the Prom.
Now, Terrah was a Great Artist, as she was well-known and well-praised in the number of Art Classes she took at Menchi-Nasu High.
Following the last dance, they had the Seinor Awards Ceremony; ALL the students stayed until the FINAL END of that night. Terrah got a Star-Pin for her Good Grades; that was the ONLY AWARD she would receive that night. She anxously awaited Awards for her Inspiring, Creative Artwork she had Hand-Painted, Carved, Molded, Drawn and all Media Taught to her, yet she received NO AWARDS FOR HER CREATIVITY. She felt distraught even when called out the passing of the ART AWARDS; Her Name was NOT SAID at all.
Only Few Left early enough to tell the tale, but AFTER the final award was passed, and during the FINAL DANCE, she was beside herself; feeling alone. In her Furious Rage in not being appreciated Creatively EVEN ONCE, she concentrated ALL HER PSYCHIC POWERS, SHOUTED "PRAISE MY CREATIVITY!", then a NOVA FLASH beamed from the Prom location, seen from as far as a Hundred Miles away. All that remained was Total Silence, Terrah's gown and Star Pin, and just nearby the gown, Tippanston's Dress Jacket, with a Wedding Ring in a box, and engraved in it, "To Terrah, My Sweetest, Most Creative Woman Ever. I Love You." Tippanston wanted to wait till he had brought her back home to propose, but sadly, he died with her that night.
Since then, Terrah haunted the halls of Menchi-Nasu High, drawing the Cheerleader Raccoon Character, Francine StripeCheer, she had created from her freshman year as Varsity Cheerleader Manager.
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Category:Rocks Fall, Everybody Dies