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I Was Busy Making Tons Of Stupid Crap, Messing With The Models, Decals, Morphs, Whatever, Whatever I Did, I Didn't Do Quite Hard In,But Thats Not The Point.
Later On Playing Roblox, I Found Myself Getting My Account Deleted, But It Was No Ordinary One, No Explanation,No Nothing, Just Pure Account Deleted, I Decided To Log Out.And Sign Up For A New Acc.
Everything Was Perfectly Normal, Until Well...Sh** Happened.I'll Tell You That.
My Screen Became Blank, And My Mouse Was Frozen, My Computer Crashed.
Starting My PC Back Up Again, I Felt A Slight Shock Through My Spine.Something Alerted Me, Quite Alot Actually.My Wallpaper Was Blank, And Files Surrounded My Screem,I Felt, Corrupted,
I Decided Not To Open The Files, But Rather Put Them In The Recycle Bin Of Mine, Like A Real Person Would Do.My Mouse Froze Again, And Moved Its Way To The ROBLOX Player.There Was A Point Were I Was Shivering With True Fear, No Other Fear, True Fear.
Pressing ALT-F4 Made My Mouse Back To Normal, But I Continued To The ROBLOX Player, Wondering What Could Be So Dangerous.
At This Point I Was Schocked, Pure Shock Came Through Me Like A Bolt.
It.
Was.
Terrifying.
Literally Terrifying.
It Was A Vid, That Was Probably Hidden Somewere In The Deep Web, Dont Know Were, But it was there, it made me flinch, vomit, and suffer, this was a TRUE disturbance.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7iFXyLah2oQ
Originally on Roblox Creepypasta Wiki.
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Achluophobia

Achluophobia - the "fear of the dark", although a common childhood fear this becomes a phobia when the fear lasts into later stages of one's life and can be extremely distressing as well as embarrassing as many who do not suffer from the condition dismiss it as a childish fear rather than a very real phobia, with very real psychological traumas for the victim...
I know this because I have suffered from this phobia for most of my life, as to why I have this fear - well, it is hard for me to say what caused it but I have a theory. Granted my counsellor has told me many times that my mind can play tricks on me, and as much as I try, I can't block out what I believe are memories of an event which could very well explain my phobia.
It began when I was roughly six years old, I was sleeping quite peacefully in my room when I suddenly heard a bang that made me wake with a start - I couldn't see anything but pitch darkness and as I cried out I felt something heavy land on my bed and begin to press against me, as if something was laying down on top of me.
I cried out more and began to struggle as this mass pinned me down and I could feel the sound of raspy breathing above me, the smell of rotten eggs filling the air - yet I couldn't see anything as the darkness remained.
I felt a clammy hand reach over and clamp against my mouth, my cries muffling as I panicked - yet in a moment the experience ended as my parents entered the room and switched the light on: revealing nothing.
My parents tried to convince me it was a bad dream, yet I was too scared to sleep alone that night and thus I spent the remainder of the night safe in my parent's room.
From then on I flat out refused to sleep unless I had a light on, my parents tried many tricks to snap me out of it and my dad (bless his heart) even slept on the floor some nights to try and comfort me: sadly no matter how often they did this my fear simply would not fade.
Even to this day I refuse to sleep without a light on and this has caused more than a few chuckles amongst friends, who don't understand the fear I experience - my counsellor continues to tell me that the best way to end the phobia would be to expose myself to darkness, to learn there was nothing to be afraid of.
Yet as much as they mock me, as much as my counsellor tries to reason I simply won't do it - I can't face the dark... because this is not a fear of darkness... this is a fear of what may wait for me within: a childhood bogeyman who may just be waiting for a chance to finish whatever it had planned all those years ago.
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Acid

I have very little time to write this.
Three days ago, I received Pokémon Diamond from a close friend of mine for my birthday. It was brand-new, never been opened.
Excited, I fired up the game as soon as I got home. Strangely, there was a save file already present.
The trainer was named Louis and had all badges and Pokémon. Curious, I loaded the save and was confronted with the sight of a seemingly normal game.
He had a team composing of four Gastly and two Magikarp. The Gastly were all named "Desire" and the two Magikarp were both named "Karpe Diem".
I laughed a little at the intentional misspelling of Carpe Diem and went off into the grass to test these Pokémon.
Despite not being at the head of the party, one of the Magikarps came out first. The game proudly announced,
"Karpe Diem wants to fight!"
I sighed, and tapped Fight.
To my surprise, the Magikarp knew Acid, Acid Armor, and Acid Spray as well as its usual Splash.
This disturbed me a little because I knew Acid Spray hadn't come out until the fifth generation but here I was, on a fourth generation game and a Magikarp, of all things, had the move.
I should have given the game back but I was too curious to just call my friend and force her to take the game back.
The game went on without me, the Magikarp using Acid Spray on the poor little Volbeat.
I set the game down and stared at it as it announced,
"Karpe Diem used Acid Spray! Volbeat was badly burned!"
It showed on the Volbeat, an entire half of its body was burnt and in places, melted entirely.
"Karpe Diem wants to eat! Let it?"
I furiously tapped no but the game didn't respond. Reluctantly, I tapped yes.
It showed an animation of the Magikarp leaping at, and consuming, the injured Volbeat.
Scared, I called my friend. She was over within a few minutes and said, "There's only one thing you can do with a cartridge like this." She then yanked the Diamond game out and shoved it into her mouth, crushing it under her teeth and swallowing.
"Call me if something happens again."
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Acid Balls Copypasta

That's a silly question. WTF. I did not "dip" my "balls" in sulfuric acid 7049,0514,1345,9399 times. It is ridiculous that you would even imply that I would submerge my testicles in acid (of any kind) such an obscene number of times. Why did you create this post? Did you assume that other posters would also engage in such a stupid activity? I think you are foolish and need to evaluate your situation. Do you know how big a number 7049,0514,1345,9399 is? Do you know how much damage acid can do - particularly to an area as sensitive as your testicles - if you expose them this much to it? Frankly (and I mean this in the least vulgar way possible) I would be surprised if there is still something down there. How will you pee now?
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Acrophobia

Do you want to have good luck with anything,from gold,to asking a girl out? This ritual is for you if so,(If you are scared of heights,please don't do this.You'll die of fright).For this ritual to work,you will need: A candle (to see at night),a ring of salt around you (to protect you),and your phone to look at the time (timing is pretty important in this ritual),and that is it. 
Do not do this if you are a Christian,especially since you will be talking to a demon.You will most likely be found in the morning with your entrails splattered all over the place.
After you have gathered the said supplies you will need to find a large building at night.Go to the top,and set up the salt circle around because a demon will talk to you at midnight.Bring something with you like a Switch or your phone so you aren't bored while you are waiting.It's optional though
When the clock on your phone strikes 12:00 AM chant "Oh Spirit Of Luck,bless me with your power,you Child of Belial!".After the said is done wait a minute or two.The demon will then appear in the form of something you are scared of. An example is a snake. 
If you remain calm,the demon will keep on transporting you to different places that are places where your worst fears are. et again,do not show emotion,as now that is what the demon wants to prevent you from getting your wish.
Eventually after at least 3 hours of that,the demon will give up and it will ask you what it is that you want. It has to be something within one's limit like finding diamonds and striking it rich. It cannot be something like immortality or being forever young.
If you at any point step out of your salt circle,the demon is free to do whatever it wants,and it will most certainly kill you. After this you must go back to your home.If you go to someone else's home afterwards,the demon will give THEM the luck you toiled for. So please be a sensible person.
Go to bed,and when you wake up,you will find that any luck you wished for,from material to mental,will be granted.
The only catch is you get this luck for a limited time,depending on how high the skyscraper was.If the building is very high,the effects will last at least a few months to years. If the building is low,it will last a few weeks,at most.
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Across the Room

You sit in class, day-dreaming while the lecture goes on about Apollo 11. You look around the room and spot a little girl facing the wall in the corner. You blink softly and watch her, not making a move beside watching the white wall.
"Who're you lookin' at?" You hear your best friend whisper next to you, eyebrow raised. You jump softly and look at him, laughing nervously. "Nothing, Nothing." You give him a crooked smile, as the bell rings and everyone stands.
You glance at the corner of the room.
She's gone.
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Actual Roblox Review

Hi roblox, I love you have so much games to pick from but the one game I decide to really enjoy a lot and makes me happy, gets taken down for "copy right", which I don't get. There are a bunch of anime games based off of anime, but you don't care about those games. All you care about is a Pokémon game doing no harm, and isn't even stealing anything from an actual Nintendo Pokémon game. It has its own plot/story, so why the need to take it down? A bunch of other people agree with me too.
The game I am frustrated about that got deleted is Pokémon brick bronze. It was one of the best games on roblox, it carried roblox. But you guys thought it was a good idea to delete it for copyright. My question is why? There are a bunch of games that copy off of other games/shows. Oh, the anime fighting games in the Minecraft in roblox games. Yet, the only thing you care about is Pokémon brick bronze which has its own plot. Never even copied off an official Pokémon game. It has its very own story, and never copied.
I am on the verge of deleting this game roblox, all I am asking is if you could please stop having a problem with Pokémon brick bronze and put the game back up and let all of our progress save? There are people who spent so much robux on Pokémon brick bronze and didn't even get it back. I am one of those people, I bought a ton of things and probably spent 1000-2000 robux on that game. Other people have spent more on that game, and have not gotten anything back.
Roblox, I will not stop complaining about this ridiculousness until Pokémon brick bronze gets put back up do a bunch of roblox players will be happy again. You might ignore this review because I am only one person saying this, but trust me, roblox would be so much better with this game. So many people will play this game, it will be bigger than adopt me. All I and a bunch of OG roblox players are asking is to put Pokémon brick bronze back up. Please, it gives us a lot of happiness and it would boost your game if you did it.
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Adam

professor Michael Sanders was driving home. it had been a long day at work and he needed some rest. He felt his eyelids begin to droop and slapped himself in an effort to stay awake. he arrived home, got out of his car, and went upstairs. He entered his room and fell asleep the instant his head touched the pillow. He had a nightmare that night. he dreamt of a boy with short brown hair and green glowing eyes. The boy opened his mouth and spoke. His voice was terrifying. It sounded like the voice of someone who enjoyed murder. Someone insane. The boy said 'you can't wake up now can you?' and began to laugh, his laugh was worse than his voice. It was like nails down a blackboard and caused Michael to have goosebumps all over his body. The boy then vanished. Leaving nothing behind.
2 days later...
Michaels wife was terrified. She was in hospital standing over her husband's bed. The doctors had told her he was alive and was having what seemed to be horrible nightmares. They had also said that it didn't seem like he was ever going to wake up again. A few days later, Michael had a visitor to his hospital bed. The visitor was a boy. Around 16 years old. With brown hair and green eyes. The boy stared at Michael's sleeping body, whispered 'sweet dreams' and walked away laughing quietly to himself.
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Addi's Chain Letter

One night a boy around the age of 12 decided it would be funny to troll a unpopular girl at his school. Her name was Addi and she was bullied everyday, she was currently going through serve depression and was very suicidal.
Addi was just your typical suicidal type, very emo, ugly, ratchet teeth, you know the usual. She wanted something more grand than herself, but sadly for her, it never worked out. Luckily for you little shiznits, she didn't. Her parents have recently gotten out of town, and the 12 year old escalated things quickly. He started to go as far as going to her relatives and pranking them, always calling them repeatedly. He had recently gotten a letter from the state police that if he was to ever lay his finger on her, he'd be sued. He didn't care. He started to bring knives and you already what went down. He killed Addi's parents, just so she could be in an orphanage. There, he'd fake to be an old visitor for someone at the orphanage, just to check on her. When someone was interested, he'd claim that he had adopted her, and this continued for the next 6 years. This was Addi's 16th birthday -- the big day, after the wedding of course. The orphanage was getting her a cake, and a chance to have a facebook. She got her facebook, and she got her cake as well. After the party, she found out about her parent's death, and then vowed to kill the 12 year old, who had just turned 21. The 21 year old decided to leave town, and then began tormenting her. She went to school, and for about 3/4 of the year, everything was normal. She had friends, a driver's permit, living the luxury.
Suddenly, it was announced that Addi had killed herself and that threat messages from the user Trollfacelol were found on her Facebook page. The boy recognized his trolling account username and he didn't care that she had died because of him. 2 weeks later while the boy was trolling someone else, Addi's ghost came and killed the boy. Copy this message and post it somewhere else or Addi's ghost will come and kill you. Don't believe me? The newest victims are on corndogoncorndog.com
"I HAVE SPOKEN" - ADDI'S GHOST!
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Addicted

I have been addicted to Roblox. I've been playing nonstop without being concerned of any issues this may have with my daily life. When I first got Roblox a few years ago, I instantly fell in love with it. Up until today, which I tell my story.
As usual, I search some Game genres in the search bar to find anything interesting or worth my time to play. I scrolled up and down but I found this game. Somehow it didn't have a name and the creator of the game was faceless. I thought it may have been a glitch and it was a compromised account or something, but I had this feeling that it was a hack. I didn't want to, but something told me to do it. I loaded up Roblox and waited.
The first thing I saw was absolute chaos. Dead bodies of random avatars, and a giant graveyard. I investigated, and all of the graves had names written on them. It were people that had any relationship with Roblox and died at some time. I look around, and I see a grave, it's not filled in yet. I check the grave and it has MY name on it. My Roblox name.
It was strange, and eerie. I heard distant flames and whispers. And I saw it. An unknown creature, it was horrifying. It ran to my avatar, and it killed me. I got kicked from the game, and I was never allowed back in again.
Originally on Roblox Creepypasta Wiki
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Addicted to SiIvaGunner

I was just chilling at the fast food branch in a mall nearby, Big Mac on one hand and book (Yellow Pages) on the other. I was staring at page 21, appreciating the calm despite the busy McDonalds room. I was just minding my business when a kid two thirds of my height went up to me with his iPad. He had glasses, a small Nozomi shirt and nutshack short on, and he was a bit overweight. He asked me, "Do you have rips on your phone?", to which I did not immediately understand leading to my instinct of asking, "Sorry? What was it again?" The kid, which I presume to be seven years old, said "Please read the channel description! Dududu du dududu dududu Ness is sans!!".
I was confused, waiting for a clearer response. The child showed his iPad, with the YouTube app on with the text 'Dame Da Ne - Yakuza 0' and he tried to sing the lyrics (in broken Japanese and a vile accent). It happened to be that some 13.98 seconds later an image of what appeared to be Charles Barkley appeared, doing God knows what. The child saw this, gasping loudly and remarking "Uncanny Siivagunner!!!! UH-HUH!". I was annoyed by this, and realizing I had the Yellow Pages book in hand, I calmy told the iPad kid "Offkey + offbeat + clashing harmony + lacks ADSR + source is in d minor, joke is in c# major + lacks reverb impulse + instruments not accurate + chords not accurate + touhou.sf2 + mistransposed flintstones + dont use audacity for mashups".
The boy, traumatised with my simple yet wise words, screamed, "Mommy! Mommy 3 friday night funking!", but then the foolish kid realized that his parents left him years ago to buy a Panasonic Blu-Ray 99 dollars and 7 gallons of milk. I was outraged and I hit him with my Yellow Pages book, and he screamed for help. After nine minutes he yelled out, he stood up, panting, and whispered "In the name of mucky nishickyno (I did not hear it clearly), bean, President Hartmann, and Gangnam Style, my ultimate move, LOUD YANKING!" He screamed loudly, twerked ten times and clapped his buttocks, yelling "Nerf this!".
The police finally came and shot him dead. I was delighted with this, although some of his blood splat on my arm. I tried to wipe it off my skin, but it just won't let go. I tried to regain my focus on my Big Mac and Yellow Pages when I unconsciously blurted out "Feel the goodness in my heart" as if I were singing and replicating banjo plucks and whistles in my vocal chords, which sounded like something from Mario. I realized the inevitable - I am infected by the siivagunner virus.
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Adventure Time: Blood, Guts, and Death

Sup Peeps! My name is Britton, I loved Adventure Time! I started watching The Amazing World of Gumball because of this reason.
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=== Story ===
I was on Hulu. I grabbed a Sandwich and Tea. I found out that there was a bonus episode of Adventure time. I was very excited . It was called "Blood, Guts, and Death." I was thinking that it might be a type of armor so I watched it anyway, but Surprise Surprise It was not what expected it to be.
=== Episode ===
It was about Finn and Jake playing tag. After for 15 seconds, Finn fell down the stairs. He was in a comma. Jake let out a huge gasp and yelled "OMG!" and static for 0:23 seconds. Finn was mumbling but the only sounds I heard was chants saying "Пилинг кожи и реальные кишки тянет." It translates to Peeling skins and Real Guts pulls. The chants get louder and louder. After 31 seconds, You can now here skin peels, bone breaks, and blood splats. Finn was taken to a hospital. Princess bubble gum tells Finn "You had a deep coma oh." After that, Sounds of realistic screams can be heard. After the 1 minute, The episode ends with a black screen with Finn staring with black eyes.
=== Ending ===
I never watched Adventure Time anymore. Now I watch Regular Show, The amazing world of Gumball, and Spongebob Squarepants. How ever, I sent a message to Cartoon Network about this. After 1 hour of no replies, they sent this "Oh. We did not make this episode. A person we fired made it. His name was Jacc Andrew Hometon. He was shot and killed by the FBI after making this episode." It was deleted shortly after they sent me the message. If you come across another episode made by the ghost of the same guy, don't watch it. It will be a TRAP!
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