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The Commie Ghost

If you go to Moscow on December 30th, you may find a building with a hammer and sickle on it. If you go in this building then you will find a door with a picture of Lenin on it. If you go through this door, you will find a real hammer and sickle in this room, covered in blood.
Most people would turn back by now, but if you put the hammer on top of the sickle, a new door will open, and the one you came through will shut. Now you have no choice but to continue. In the next room you will find the ghost of Leon Trotsky, and he'll say "Don't trust the rooms! You can get out if you commit to Socialism!", if you follow his instructions, you'll die mysteriously. Go through a door with a picture of Stalin, and you will find a radio, turn on the radio and it will play the Russian national anthem. Sing the lyrics in Russian, and a door will appear, go through it and the ghost of Gorbachev will appear, commit to Socialism now, and the walls will fall down, and you can go, but you'll be haunted by the Commie Ghost, which is very spooky.
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The Commie Sleep Experiment

There once were these Commies in the 1940s. They decided to read the Commie Manifesto and decided to do some experiments on these Nazis. The Nazis turned into creepy looking monsters. All of the Nazis got shot by one of the Commies, but the last one said this creepy thing that went like "We are you. We are the madness that lurks within you all, begging to be free at every moment in your deepest animal mind. We are what you hide from in your beds every night. We are what you sedate into silence and paralysis when you go to the nocturnal haven where we cannot tread."
The Commie was spooked and killed the Nazi. Stalin and Putin came and said to the Commie.
Glory to Mother Russia
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The Common Cold

"Don't you get it, Synthia??" Dr. Sulsbury shouted, "this isn't the common cold we're talking about here! This is the most uncommon cold there ever was, I mean dammit, look at him, he's not just OUT COLD he's FROZEN to death! In the middle of August! And three of our other test subjects are pooping out ice cubes!"
Synthia had always been an ice queen, but he wasn't about to let her 'Let it Go'. She also didn't want to 'Let it Go'.
"Look doctor, think of all the people, literally hundreds of people living in countries like Africa and India and The Desert. Our research is saving lives! Heat stroke is the number one cause of hotness in those regions and you're going to throw this viral strain away? Over one little corpse and some ice poop? Look, Maybe we can just turn up the thermostatic matrix and try again, but we can't just give up now."
The doctor turned to her "Synthia, do you know what they're calling us down at Emmerson labs? Jack Frost and Hoar Frost. There aren't just lives at steak, dammit, these are our reputations we're putting in jeopardy! Look, look, the test subject can't even become a functioning zombie!"
The frozen lifeless corpse of test subject B, rented to them from the local federal prison program 'felons on ice', twitched and moaned, rocked a bit from side to side but was frozen solid, too stiff to move.
"BUT HE'LL KEEP FOR FIVE MONTHS IN THE FREEZER!" Synthia protested.
"Synthia, we can talk about this... what have you got in your hand?! Synthia, is that... is that the strain you're holding? It's supposed to be in quarantine, my god you could freeze us all!"
"No," Synthia muttered, "I think you're the only one here who needs to chill out"
"Synthia, what are you doing??! Synthia, SYNTHIA, NOOOOO!!!"
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The Composition

Have you ever noticed that, in music, it is always the last note that draws them back in? It may not even be the last note of the song, it could be anywhere within the piece and resound from any instrument or in any pitch, but it is always "our" last note. That is the effect. It is that bittersweet feeling that comes with the end of everything enjoyable, and it leaves us craving more. Nothing is truly over until ThatLastNote is played.
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The Composure

Every single thing has been bugging me a lot earlier. 
I couldn't remember when it started. This cannot be a curse nor a nightmare. I know I am wide awake and am fully functioning as an ordinary human being forced to live in this filthy rock called "earth". I just cannot comprehend what has been happening to me and I began to fear literally everything I sense. What the fuck has been happening to me...? 
Am I crazy, I ask? I do not know. The composure I have sought for almost a lifetime seems to be nothing but mere fantasy by now. Every day is a curse for me. Even waking up for the morning seems to set me off. What is happening to me...? I can't go on like this. I have been fearing my very own existence. I cannot go to a therapist knowing I have been suffering this fucking curse of fearing EVERYTHING. 
I tried to ask help from Jerry. Have you ever got that one friend that you know you can always rely with anything? Jerry's that one friend. I decided to call Jerry for help but what if he will trick me? He's been a mischievous person ever since we became friends and he might just accidentally kill me if so. 
I shrugged it off and just proceeded to call Jerry boy. Unfortunately, their line cannot be contacted. Huh, weird. Our signals hadn't been cut off as long as I can remember. Maybe the telephone wasn't plugged in whatsoever. 
Until I heard the news. There was a fire engulfing 5 houses on the street where Jerry lives. One of the 5 houses was Jerry's house. 
Why am I being apathetic? Why am I laughing? Why am I laughing loud? Why am I laughing at my only friend's demise? Why am I being like this? Why am I even existing? Why?
Until then, I had no solace. I had nothing. I had been living alone for 10 years and I cannot ask help for anyone. I cannot find my sanity anymore. Why am I being like this? God, if you're there I need you now. Show me your face just this time. Heal me just this time. Bring me solace. I pray to thee.
I logged in to Facebook out of boredom and a skeleton popped out.
Like, share and comment for Jesus. Ignore for worms, rotten nails, ugly loser, and Satan.
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The Computer Creed Wiki

__NOTOC____NOEDITSECTION__==January 4th, 2016==
This was my first day in fandom. I was referred to as S4ltw4t3rcr0c0d1l3. I had a photo of a saltwater crocodile as my profile image, I had to wait four days for the auto-confirmation to arrive.
==January 8th, 2016==
At 4 am, I got a notification from a bot called 'TCCBot'. Its profile picture was similar to SOAPBot's, but more complex and weird. The bot also had the letters "TCC" on its forehead, All that was present was a link to "The Computer Creed Wiki," and I chose to click on it without giving it a second thought. What I observed was awful. There were eyes, mouths, an unappealing mouth and eye combo, and eyeballs affected by an unknown disease. There was no text on the main page. I found one in "Recent Wiki Activity". It was called 'Hudh'. There was just one eerie image on the page. The picture was a black-and-white snapshot of four individuals with headgear made of metal. A member of the group was on a computer with a person who looked like my friend Arthur Marcus McBlue Jr., who had disappeared a year before, I was shocked to meet my friend Arthur there. I thought that this wiki and the group must have had something to do with Arthur's disappearance, I decided to investigate, but I was too scared to investigate. I decided to leave the wiki and come back in three months.
==April 8th, 2016==
I decided to put my courage to the test on that wiki. I checked Recent Wiki Activity, and I discovered a new page called "Join Us". I clicked it, and there was the text "JOIN US" repeated five hundred times. Strangely, the text on the wiki began to melt. The colors mixed and churned into a mess of indescribable pixel mush before my computer abruptly closed the browser.
==August 2nd, 2016==
TCCBot came back and sent me a message asking, "Did you enjoy the Wiki?" I replied, "No, please leave" and then deleted the message.
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The Computer Curse

It was a beautiful day out in Springfield! However, something didn't feel right. Some odd sense came to my head... I could not imagine what it could possibly be... Well, perhaps it's nothing...
Later that night however, I heard things from the computer room... My son was just playing his computer game, but something didn't seem quite the same. My son was interacting with the computer, talking to it, as if it was a person. I walked in and asked my son if something was wrong, he took off his headphones and told me to go away. Said he was "busy", which lead me to suspicion. I could hear voices in the background, talking to my son as if they actually understood him. I felt a cold shiver down my spine, computers can't talk like people... They're just computers... I went back to bed, but was concerned for the well-being of my son. The next day I asked him if everything was alright, he said "Fuck off Dad, you dumbfuck!" He seemed to be acting normal, so I let him off.
Later that night, when everyone was asleep, I crept downstairs to use the computer. As I sat down, I put on my son's headphones and rotated the mouse. Almost immediately, as if a bullet, a video game flashed on. I was surrounded by demonic figures! Each of them talking to me, insulting me, saying they would come and kill me... All of a sudden, a flag shot up and a hellish music started playing. My heartbeat must have been pumping at least 10 times as fast. Then, one of the demons took my very life... I couldn't stand to bear it any longer, but I forced myself to keep on playing. I could see myself in the screen, dead, just a floating spirit.
I quickly ripped out the power cord, shutting off the computer. My heart was racing, but I am now cursed. Cursed to forever have the memory in my mind, of that dreaded game... I'm here writing this to issue out a warning to everyone, never play World of Warcraft.
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The Concert From Hell

My name is Michael and I used to be a long-time Limp Bizkit fan. Ever since "Three Dollar Bill, Y'all" came out, I've been hooked and always looked forward to their next releases. Whenever I was in a dark place, their music helped me cope with my current situation, and I personally believe Frederick Durst and the Limp Bizkits are the only reason why I'm still alive.
I've seen them live a few times and always enjoyed the experience, so when I found out that they were going to be playing in my hometown of Johnstown, Pennsylvania, along with other bands such as Dope, Linkin Park and Disturbed, I immediately got excited, to the point where I unwillingly came all over the floor of my room. Eventually, I ended up going to the concert with a few friends.
At first, everything seemed normal. Dope opened for Limp Bizkit and we were all having a good time moshing to Die MF Die (I am a total beast in the pit and almost got arrested for manslaughter once). Limp Bizkit ended up starting the show with a song (The Truth) off of "The Unquestionable Truth (Pt. 1)". I thought the fact that they started with a song off of one of their least successful albums was strange, but I appreciated it none the less, considering that is one of my favourite Limp Bizkit albums. Everything went normally until Fred Durst said "Now this is the moment y'all have been waiting for!" to the audience. He detached his head from his body, it grew several times in size and started floating.
Durst's head was chasing around random members of the audience and biting them while a studio mix of Rollin' played in the background. Could've been great fun, however what was not known at the time is that Fred Durst had contracted a raging form of HIV. Eventually he bit me and a few of my friends.
Right after this, Durst said that Limp Bizkit had been working on the sequel to The Unquestionable Truth. The band then started playing a new single which I thought was awesome, since it sounded like Avenged Sevenfold (and we all know that Avenged Sevenfold is AWESOME!), but at the end of the song, Durst detached his head again and started stomping it, thus covering the audience in a layer of hyper-realistic blood.
I returned home with my friends, thinking that this was a weird fever dream of a concert and then I went to bed. I tried sleeping, however whenever I shut my eyes, a terrifying image of Fred Durst with his eyes gouged out and his face covered in hyper-realistic blood appeared. I couldn't sleep that night.
Eventually, I started feeling sick, so I went to a doctor. The doctor told me that I had contracted a raging form of HIV that was completely untreatable, and that I'll most likely die within a few days. Some of my friends that had contracted HIV from Durst's detached head have already died, and I don't have much longer to live.
Fred Durst is the reason why I'm still alive, but he's also the reason why I'll most likely die.
Read the continuation here.
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The Cookie of Death

Hey guys. I'm writing here on Trollpasta wiki to tell you about something that happened to me. I know this is supernatural and I can't just make a blog post about it because I swear this is like a Creepypasta, but real. I tried to put this on Creepypasta Wiki, but they rejected it. They thought it sound stupid, but this all actually happened and I want to share this with you. But after that experience, I don't think I will EVER be the same again. I just warn you: NEVER EAT COOKIES AGAIN!
==The Story==
I was hungry so I decided to get some cookies for a snack. I opened my cupboard and took a brand new pack of cookies. But when I poured the cookies onto a plate, I noticed a really creepy looking one. I tried to take a picture of it to show the proof.
But as soon as I took my phone out, the cookie jumped up and bit my crotch. I let out a loud scream as the cookie sank it's razor sharp teeth into my penis. I shouted "Let go! Let go!" and tried to shake it off, but the cookie wouldn't let go.
But I was probably Screaming pretty loud because the cops busted down my door and pointed guns towards the cookie. It was still on my dick. The police let out fire, but the cookie jumped off my dick. I ended up getting shot in the penis.
I screamed and fell to my knees crying. The cookie jumped onto the counter and picked up a knife from the knife rack. It threw the knife at one of the police officer's head, instantly killing him. The other cops were now scared and they ran out of the house. Then the cookie turned Red and exploded the whole house. I then blacked out there.
When I woke up, all I saw around me was the debris from the explosion, the cookie standing next to me with a knife, and a glass of milk. "Now it's time for YOU to die!" Said the cookie walking towards me with the knife. I had to think fast. But I remembered there was a glass of milk next to me. Maybe I can drown the cookie in it. So when the cookie got close to me, I stole the knife from the cookie and stabbed it. The cookie began to shake and panic. I then shoved the cookie in the milk. "I will be back." Said the Cookie before it drowned in the milk.
I'm now going to trauma centers to help me forget about the experience. I also sued the cookie company so I'm not homeless. You can go ahead and not believe the story I just told, but who knows? YOU might be the cookies next victim.
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The Cookie of Death strikes again!

Hey guys. You might remember me from my previous story "The Cookie of Death". Well, I'm now really pissed if. It came back! Here's the story. 
==The Story==
So one day I was siting on my couch, and I decided to get a snack from the fridge. But in it, I saw a glass with rotten milk in it, and it looked like a cookie was shoved in the milk. But then I remembered...It was the same milk I drowned the Cookie of Death in! So then I scooped out the fowl milk into the sink with a spoon. (Gross, I know.) But then the cookie fell into the sink. But then I noticed... IT WAS STILL ALIVE!!! I screamed as it jumped at me and bit me on the dick again. (Last time I needed 60 stitches to fix it.) But it wasn't biting as hard as last time since the cookie was all wet and mushy from the milk.
I screamed and struggled to get it off my sexual organ, and I even went outside to get some help. I then accidentally walked backwards into some old lady's house. She had a fresh batch of cookies sitting on a cookie sheet on her table. But one of the cookies on the cookie sheet jumped onto The Cookie of Death and threw him off my dick. I then noticed the cookie that saved me was....The Cookie of Life!
The Cookie of Life then did a magical blast on The Cookie of Death, causing The Cookie of Death to break in half. He was dead! But his last dying words were "I will be back." Then it died. It was such a beautiful moment that I had to take a picture of the dead cookie.
But before I could even take my phone out, the old lady saw me and she beaten me with her walker. I'm so happy it's over. But who knows... there might be another Cookie of Death...
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The Cookies from Hell

It was a lonley night. The type of night where everything is quiet and scary. I booted up my Pentium 3 computer to play my favorite game. Cookie Clicker. The game was loading and i noticed something weird, where the don't forget to back up your save icon usually popped up, it was all red and it said "Your grandmas have slaved in your cookie factories for long enough. It is time for revolt." I was confused, I looked up at my grandmas and there was blood everywhere. What was strange, was that the grandmas were in all of my buildings.They were leaving the mines, working on the farms, and even in my factories, leaving a trail of what was presumably raspberry milk? This was an older patch mind you, so i was still able to scroll to the right and see the rest of my buildings. I clicked on the options button so i could maybe load my old save? I had backed it up, but not the way it wanted me to, I pressed load game and an error message popped up, it said "You have gained 6.66M cookies." Strange that it would act like that was an error. That seemed like a good thing? Although, I was pretty scared by the fact that it gave me 6.66M cookies, the number of the beast. It was making me nervous, what would the devil want us to do with a cookie game. Anyway, as the game started to load, the grandmapocalypse had started itself, without me wanting it to!  
"What the freak" I thought to myself the game can't do this. All of a sudden, a grandma with blood all over it's face replaced my giant cookie. I was petrified. I couldn't move for a couple of minutes while i was just shivering in my chair. Then, the cookie slowly grew taking up my entire screen, including the task bar. Then my computer crashed with a red screen instead of the regular blue. The error message was 0xDEADDEAD. I could feel heat emanating from my computer as it warmed up. Then it caught fire, and started spitting cookies all over my room. They were coated with some kind of thick red frosting. I ran out of my house, adn after calling the police and them checking out my computer, I went back inside. I checked my computer, and there was blood coating my CPU. 
So i got up and stuck the end of the Computer in the trash can. I decided to try moving out of my apartment and into my mom's house, but when I showed up, my grandma was holding a knife and my mom was on the floor in a pool of blood. I screamed and ran away, but my grandma tripped me by throwing cookies at my feet. Then she stabbed at me, but I threw her cookies back at her. She fell over and died. But I was bleeding out now, and called 911. They assumed I killed my grandma, and sent me to jail. I am now writing this from the cell in my prison.
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The Corpse Movie

One day I was browsing the internet, when I received an e-mail from a friend. It just said "watch this video, it's awesome!" and had a Youtube link.
When I clicked the link, I saw the most nightmarish sight I had ever seen in my life! Before me, on my own computer screen, was the gruesome image of a human corpse! Its flesh had long since decayed, and its bony hands grasped a mysterious, twisted golden object.
After what seemed like an eternity (but was later revealed to be less than a second according to the video bar), the grisly corpse suddenly started moving, as if awakened from an eternal slumber! The corpse's fingers started wiggling, like the maggots that had long since eaten its flesh, and the head turned its empty eyes towards me. Frozen in fear, there was nothing that I could do to prepare myself for the most nightmarish scream of horror that emanated from the shining instrument held by the deceased monster:
doot doot
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The Costume Sonic Incident

One day in 1994, SEGA told a worker to wear a Sonic costume for one of the conventions that were happening at the time. That worker was named Aaron, and so Aaron did, wearing it all day at the convention. He waved, smiled, and stood there at a stand selling Sonic 3. After the convention ended, he was tired, he wanted to go home to his family, but when he put away his costume, he found a Sonic 3 cartridge under the shelves. He was excited to go home and show this to his son since he didn't have to pay for it and his son would be happy. They had a Sega Genesis at home since SEGA gave them to the workers who worked hard. Although he didn't want his son to be disappointed, he tried out the game first by setting up one of the Sega Genesis'ses and inserting the cartridge. The game started up typically like it does, but Aaron felt dizzy and fell unconscious. He woke up, in what seems to be the first zone of Sonic 3, Angel Island. Aaron looked at himself and he had white gloves on, and blue fur/skin. "Where am I?" Aaron said. Then he realized he was in the game, and he was Sonic. He freaked out. He tried to touch the screen but it was too far away. He cried, and sat down. He had to be in a dream right? No. These emotions were very real. Another worker came into the room and turned the Sega Genesis off, Aaron tried to warn him but it was too late, the worker to be in the dark forever. His family tried to put up missing posters, and tried everything to find him, but it didn't work. One thing though.. he didn't come home to his family on that day.
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