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A Dream Come True

The taste of sweet blood lingered in my mouth. I licked my lips and sat cross legged on the blood stained kitchen floor. I licked my fingers, I was satisfied. I crawled into the living room, and I looked at my friend. Her hollow eyes. There was once blood draining from them. But that was gone now. Her arms sliced down the sides. Her legs cut the same. Her guts spread out along the couch, dangling from her stomach. I smiled, remembering the moment.
She screamed. Knife in hand, I walked slowly toward her. "You're just so beautiful. I bet you must taste delicious." I know it wasn't polite to kill someone in their own home, while their parents were away, but it was my one moment, and I craved her. "Please, ERICA, d-d-don't." Her eyes leaked with tears. I smiled, she tripped onto the floor. Her house was small, it wasn't like she had anywhere to hide. Her only choice was dodgeing pass me, and going to the nearest gas station. I pinned her down, licking her cheek. It was turning me on a little more than it probably should have. I raised the knife to her head and ran it down her curled hair. She wimpered. With pleading eyes she looked at me, begged me. But in a weak attempt she kicked me off of her, and scrambled onto the couch, hoping to jump over it, and to get to the back door. But I caught her first. "Goodbye" and with that I plunged the knife into her stomach. Her screams were like music to my ears. I couldn't get enough. I stabbed repeatedly. Each scream getting weaker, until they finally just stopped. I frowned. I just killed my best friend. Oh well, supper time. I sucked the blood out of her stomach, cupping some with my hands. Yum... I pulled the guts out, getting them out of the way, making room for more blood to drain. I took the knife and sliced open her arms and legs, licking up every drip of blood. When I was satisfied with that, I gauged and cut out her eyes. I carefully set them on the kitchen counter. They were just as beautiful as when she was alive. I took a bowl from her cupboard, a green one, and filled it with her remaining blood and sat down on the floor, drinking the rest, until I eventually fell asleep.
I laid my head on her stomach, the part not cut open. I crawled onto the couch next to her and played with her hair, twirling it in her fingers. Imagine the faces on her parents when they get back. Shock. Horror. Disturbance. I giggled and laid my head on her shoulder like we would do to each other before. I licked my lips again. That's enough blood to last my hunger for a month, or two. I sighed. Who would be my next victim...
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Cliche Madness
Category:Look at me! I'm SO EDGY!
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A F K

"I always wondered what happens when you're A.F.K."
That's what I asked my 12-year-old self a year ago. You see, back then, I was a ROBLOX FANATIC. I was always the "weird kid" growing up, so I didn't have that many friends, and the ones I had lived far away. To get rid of my loneliness, I played ROBLOX everyday whenever I could. I liked to discover every little nook and cranny in each game, filling my days with playing and building, I had a lot of virtual friends. One friend, named "Jadewind406" messaged me, telling me that she was in a server where a guy was A.F.K., and he was hacked. Being the curious little child I was, I decided to try an experiment - an experiment in which the results still haunt me today. 
So, I devised a plan. I would play around a bit on the server, type "AFK for a bit" in chat, start a preset timer, and just watch my screen for 5 minutes. I was convinced that something weird would happen the first time, but I was wrong. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened, but being me, I decided to keep trying. As, you might have guessed, still, nothing happened. Again, and again I tried, and nothing. Absolutely nothing. I thought Jade was lying to me, so I asked her if she was trolling me. She told me she wasn't, so I decided to try one last time.
I did my usual routine, but this time, I thought about everything that I had done. So determined to prove myself and I was made a fool. All the effort had been for nothing. I decided to stop early. I was just about to push the stop button on my timer when, right then, in that moment, I saw a figure walking toward me.
It looked like an NPC, its body was light gray while wearing nothing, and its face was a simple default smile. I saw its name tag "AFK". Since I was in a roleplay game, I thought it was just an R.P. name. I checked the player list and I saw the name "AFK". I realized this was no joke, and I tried to move, but I was stuck in place. Desperately, I tried exiting the game, then resetting my character, but nothing happened. Slowly, the figure got closer, and it became distorted, its eyes turning red. I was the forced into first-person-mode, and soon, I mostly saw the figure. It walked right up to me, and all I saw was the distorted, horrifying face of the figure. I screamed for help, but all I heard was a loud, horrible noise drowning out all other sounds. I looked at the chat, and everybody was freaking out. From what I saw, we had been teleported to another area. I frantically tried to turn off my computer, but it stayed on. Suddenly, the game froze and the sound stopped. Relief flooded through me. I had been disconnected. I looked up at the top of my screen for the message. Instead of saying "You have lost connection, please reconnect", it said "look in the mirror". I became scared again, but I a new sense of curiosity took over my fear. Slowly, I got up from my desk, walked up to the mirror and saw......
... That the face of the figure was now my own.
Originally on Roblox Creepypasta Wiki
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Roblox
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:Beings
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:YT Readings
A Fair Trade

There is an abaondened factory somwhere in Massachusetts. It's hard to tell whether you've found the right factory just by looking at it, but you'll know when you enter it. When you get to the front door, there should be two windows on either side of the door. You MUST enter the factory through this window, as there are no other entrances besides the windows, and if you use the right windows, you will find yourself eternally trapped in your worst nightmare. Once you enter the factory, you will be blinded by a bright light for a moment, and once your sight recovers, you will find yourself in an empty room with no apparent entrances or exits. After about a minute in this room, you will feel a tap on your shoulder. You must turn around quickly, for if you don't, no one will ever see you alive again. You will come face to face with a stranger about half your size who has his head completely covered by rags. You won't be able to make out even the most basic of facial features. The man will ask you five questions. You will know all the answers, but they may be things you do not wish to share, but you must answer truthfully, or you will go insane. After answering his questions correctly, the man will thank you and vanish. You will be blinded by light again, and you will wake up in front of the factory, about two hours after you entered. It will not take you long to realize that the man has stolen your sense of hearing, but it really is a fair trade. After all, you'll never have to hear a Justin Bieber song again, now will you?
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Category:Rituwel
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Wall of Text
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
A Few Short Stories

Business Cat: dis is mi pasta dun deleet it plz. so i was on roblox n jeff the killar pooped out n killd me teh end
Categories: jeff tah killor, dunt delete, Suggested Reading.
I bet that's going to happen one day.
EXACTLY those words.
SouthThief: 1 day i was plain pokmon and pikachu diizs teh end
Furbearingbrick: one dai i wuz playin minecrafft n slednurman and deh broken glas beast zaped me dead teh end.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Collab
Category:Jeff the Killer
Category:PROOF DAT SLENDURMAN EXUSTS
Category:Minecrap
Category:Pokemon
Category:Inside Jokes
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Old Shit
A Fine Glass of Water

I saw a very fine glass of water today. It was still being poured into the glass when I was seeing it. There were bubbles floating from where the water was getting poured into the rest of the currently poured water. 
It had a beautiful color of blue, so beautiful in fact that I didn't know if it was real water, so I snatched the water glass from my neighbor's backyard and drank it. Turns out it was full of lethal chemicals and I died from chemicals dissolving my body inside-out. 
That is the story of the fine glass of water I drank today.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:EVIL FOOD
Category:Im died
Category:Stupid is as the main character does
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:That just raises more questions!
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Shortpasta
A Flat Dream

I had a WEIRD dream last night. I was on the chat Users on were Spicy, Bill, Supreme, Cleric, and Clover for some reason.
Then the chat went glitchy, and I saw a link.
I clicked it and I saw a video with a weird song that sounded like BOMP BOMP BOMP.
Then it started saying some weird messages like:
"Do you need TIME? I am very PATIENT. Need to RUSH."
It said things related to time, it was really weird; and then I saw something like a flipnote. There was a stick figure on a chair and he was looking at something.
He looked sleepy. He dozed off then he heard something. It sounded like a stick crack, He started to look alerted like there was something very threatening out there, and then there was something crawling on the lookout he was looking from. It looked awfully like Ziindread. Stilt legs, long hairy tail, everything.
I still didn't get to see it's face though, because it was crawling from the other way. So it crawled close enough to the stick figure and then I saw it's face.
It screeched while it attacked the poor guy. This time it had EYES, they had blue lines, across them Red pupils, and it's mouth was the same.
Big and with teeth covered in black tar. It muttered to me...
"Stay awake." in a silent voice. Its eyes got bigger as he reached toward me. I am Ziindread. Fear me. I woke up. My mom was there. "Wake up!"
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Inside Jokes
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Category:Shortpasta
A Flavorful Pasta!

As a Brit, I'm used to needing a loicense for just about anything. My Trollpasta Wroiting Loicense expires a week from now, so I have to wroite this quick. I am a ghost, guvna. I died. Here's how it started...
I was boilin' some wa'a for me beef quimbos (pronounced Kim-bo), as the tra'ishnal cookin' method of Bri'ain is boilin'. I was getting me wa'a ready for the beef quimbos when I realized it wasn't Chewsday. I wrote a strongly worded le'a to the guvna to get a new recipe since me boilin' wa'a was going out. Unfortunately, it would require a loicense to get expedient shippin' of me le'a. So, me woife, who looked like a Yank's dinna and her teeth tryin' to escape the greatest country, suggested spaghe'i.
I opened me box of grain lines with me guvna approved box opener, which wasn't a knoife since I didn't have me loicense for one. I tasted the wa'a. Exceptionally plain and borin', it was. The grain lines refused to enta the boilin' pan. So, in orda to get that Yank food in the boilin' pan, I made a frantic call.
"I WAS HIT BY A FUCKIN' LAURY AND IT WAS LESS PAINFUL THAN ENTERING YOUR KITCHEN!" a famous, angry yell broke into me kitchen with.
Masta Chef Gordon Ramsay, a lowly Scot instead of a high class Brrrrrrrit, walked into me kitchen through the phone. He added a bunch of Yank things to the wa'a, like some mystery black salt and salt. He cooked a heinous smellin' fettuccini, (pronounced fet-uk-kee-nee), and added some cheese not labeled as Tesco Single Dairy Product. The bobbies broke in but they were no match, since Gordon was outside they're jurisdiction. I decided to try the wa'a. A horr'ble allergic reaction caused me to bleed hyperrealistic blood from all of my orifices and then I exploded and died.
Oh yeah, YOUR NEXT!
Category:Trollpasta
Category:EVIL FOOD
Category:Im died
Category:Stuff Blowing Up
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:YOU'RE NEXT
Category:Hyper-realistic
Category:Shortpasta
A Fool's Poem

I venture fourth told to go back but I don't.
I welcome fear like a common joke.
I'm a fool you see and I don't care what happens to me.
Ignoring everyone that cares about me.
Even though I'm told that no one's survives smugglers cove.
I venture fourth with my flashlight and the other hand my four-four.
I hear a sound that startles me like a snake.
I stop in my tracks like I just saw the rake.
I hear a sound of soft weeping.
I turn around and see a creature in the corner.
I have a chance to run and make my escape.
But before I could move I was a goner.
She dug her teeth into me and I slowly became a memory.
Of the fool that went to smugglers cove and never came back.
Why didn't I leave when I had the chance?
I should have listened to my friends.
When they told me no.
But, I had to be a fool and I had to go.
Now I'm dead in Smugglers cove.
With my last words being No!
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Morons Attempting Poetry
Category:Beings
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
A Forest Ranger's Tale

I'm a badass forest ranger/rescue/superhero and I have seen some weird shit out in the woods. Let me tell you a few of my stories:
One time I caught Bigfoot taking a massive dump behind a huge evergreen. I was like "what the fuck, bro?!" That asshole didn't even look at me. He just squatted there working on, what looked to be, a fucking 9 pounder. Once that log dropped to the ground he just fucking flipped me off and walked away. He didn't even bother covering his shit. What an asshole...
The next thing that happened was I was out by one of our pristine lakes enjoying the fresh air. Suddenly I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. I turn towards the source of said movement and I see a squad of 20 year old university cheerleaders out on a camping excursion. They were peeling off their outfits and skinny dipping in the cool, refreshing lake. I was like "oh cool" and I made my way over to say "hi". They were cool and I ended up being the judge for their "Best Blowjob Contest" (they were ALL winners). It was cool and I am awesome.
Finally, I want to mention the toilets. Sometimes you are deep in the woods and you come across a toilet just in the middle of nowhere. It's well known to us badass outdoorsmen. We are told never to go near thembut the other day I had no choice.
I had eaten 4 cheesy gorditas and pounded a large mountain dew before heading out to the woods. I was about an hour and a half in when I noticed that I had to shit. I COULD NOT stop this one. If I didn't let this thing loose soon I would have about 3gallons of diarrhea in my pants for the trek home.
That's when I saw the toilet.
Without thinking I ran to it and dropped my pants. No sooner had my cheeks hit the seat that I immediately started spraying rancid ass milk out of my burning balloon-knot. It was awful. And it stunk.
That's when I realized what I had done and I learned why we should stay away from those toilets.
There was no toilet paper.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Potty Humor
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
A Fresh Start

Somewhere in West Philadelphia, you will find an old basketball court with a single ball lying in the middle. Pick it up and start shooting hoops. After a while, a small group of hooligans will approach you and challenge you to a fight, which you must accept.
After the fight, you must go home and relay the events to your mother. She will then inform you that you have an aunt and uncle living in one of the districts of Los Angeles, and out of fear, she will send you to live there for an indefinite period of time.
With your bags packed, go to the street corner, and whistle for a cab. The cab that will pull up will bear the word FRESH on the license plate, and upon closer inspection, novelty fuzzy dice will hang in the mirror. Although you will suddenly realize that cabs like these are extremely hard to find, do not bear any thought to it. At this point you MUST point out in front of the car and say 'Yo homes to Bel Air'. You will stop in front of a mansion, and it will be sometime between 7 and 8 o'clock, even though it will feel like you've been traveling mere seconds. Get your luggage out and say 'Yo homes, smell ya later!', but do NOT turn back to face the cabby. Walk up to the door, look over your shoulder once, and then knock on the door three times.
If you follow these instructions, your life will get flip-turned upside-down.
Category:Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air
Category:Satire
Category:Rituwel
Category:SUGGESTED READING
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
A Game I Thought I Was Done With

If you look on the internet, you'll find a massive amount of people claiming to have seen weird stuff in San Andreas. Bigfoot, Leatherface, UFO's, ghosts, you name it.
By the time I heard about these "myths", I decided to start playing the game again. I searched, searched, searched, and searched until I couldn't take it anymore. Then I searched some more. Nothing.
Somehow I knew from the start that I wouldn't be able to find anything; it was all bullshit. In disappointment and frustration, I stopped playing the game.
A couple of weeks after, I felt the need to start playing again. After driving around for a couple of hours, I asked myself: "Why is the number 69 everywhere in this game?" It wasn't really something I had thought of before. I looked it up on the internet, and everyone saw it as some kind of joke, put in by the developers as a sex reference.
But for me it was something more than that; I became obsessed with the number. I looked EVERYWHERE, and found the locations of all the 69s in the game. Every last one of them. I marked them on maps, drew lines, made connections. I came up with some very strange facts. For example, in the Lil' Probe Inn, there are pictures of UFO's. Nothing strange about that, right? Guess how many of them there were. 69. SIXTY NINE. There was also something off with the amount of 69's in the game. You guessed right; there are 69 instances of 69 in the game.
Isn't that just a little too perfect for just being a sex joke, I asked myself, over and over to the screen. At this point I felt like I was talking to myself. I was trying to convince myself that the number was evil. That was the last thing I remembered before I fell asleep. I think I had been up for far more than 30 hours.
After sleeping very uncomfortably in my chair for about 20 hours, I was awakened by the wind slamming my window shut. For a while I was very confused about why I wasn't sleeping in my bed. Then it all came back; 69! I instantly felt the need to continue the search. I turned on the computer, which I had managed to turn off in my sleep. While the computer loaded up, I took a look at the clock which had just turned 18:09. The fact that I had slept for over 20 hours irritated me.
Logging into Windows, I started going through the stuff that I had been writing down before I had fallen asleep. Something wasn't right. The map I had used to draw lines between the 69's was much more complex than before. It now had many, many more lines. Lines that resembled weird symbols, crossing into each other, forming some sort of crude circle, which I was sure I had seen before. There was also a location marked with red on the map. Could I have done all this extra work in my sleep, or did the file... change itself? I didn't want to think about it, instead, I started up San Andreas.
The next day, I uninstalled the game.
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Category:Trollpasta
Category:Vidya games
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
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Category:Old Shit
A Game of Chess

It's just a game, right?
When I was a little boy, about the age of 5, my grandparents told me a story that I loved. It was called, "A Game of Chess." I wanted to tell me it all the time, and I thought you'd be interested.
Apparently, my granparents had made it up because when I looked it up, there were no results. That is why I decided to tell you about A Game of Chess.
Here it is, but the way my grandparents told me it.
==The Story==
In Western times- the way the outlaws settled things was a simple game of chess. Whoever lost was shot in the head, and their body was disimbered - and burried outside the courtyard.
That was when, Pete Wester - a dastardly outlaw came into the small town. He played the sheriff in a game of chess. They had agreed that whoever lost had to hand over the town, and whoever won kept his town. They started playing, and the outlaw made a great move.
The sheriff didn't know what move to make. He then did a horrible move - and lost. The outlaw won and got the town, and the sheriff was shot.
==The Point==
The point of the story is that do not accept any challenge. That's what I think. The reason is because, the sheriff was foolish enough to accept the challenge.
What I do not like about the story is that the good guy lost, and I think that teaches something else. Something way, way more graphic then is ment to be thought. Surely, when I asked my granparents what the moral of the story was, my grandpa said:
"Well, t-the point of that story is to not be so foolish. If you are, then you'll accept any challenge. The scary part is that this happened when I was a kid, and that sheriff... he was my dad,"
==The Ending==
I was shocked about how my dad's dad had gotten shot. I cringed when I know looked it up. The following night, I got in bed.
I then had a horrible vision. It was my dad, he was about 6. He was staring at his dad - who was bleeding in the head. My dad was screaming and crying, and his mother came to comfort him.
That outlaw came, and shot his mom. The poor baby boy was then left on the ground, crying. He kept on crying until the outlaw points a gun at him, and I wake up.
I was sweating and crying, and before I knew it, I had asked my dad about the same thing.
"Listen, son." my dad had said. "My gun wound is right on my arm, right here."
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A Ghost Gave Me Cancer

I don't smoke, but most of my friends do, so I found myself out in the smoking area at midnight outside the club one night with my scarf wrapped around my face when a Dapper Skeleton offered me a cigarette.
"Oh no thanks," I said to the Bony gent. "Those give you cancer."
The skeleton shrugged.
"Fair enough old chap. I suppose if I had a body to get cancer in I wouldn't have started."
I frowned.
"But what about- Bone Cancer?"
The skeleton looked at me for a second. and then he screamed a skeleton scream that sounded like Lego yoda played on a xylophone.
He looked me in the eyes with his sockets.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" He moaned before exploding from cancer.
I walked home to wash off the bone dust when I found an Unhumoinodly tall figure waiting for me in the shower.
"Why u spoop my friend huh?" it asked me before it ripped my heart out and I died.
But when did the ghost give you cancer? U ask. Well, after I entered the afterlife it subscribed me to this subreddit.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Ghoooosts
Category:Skeletons
Category:Inside Jokes
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta