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A Liar Deserves His Revenge

I just woke up. I had a horrible nightmare about my mother lying in a grave, and I stood in front of it and sobbed. I waited for my best friend Bellsprout to jump up on the bed and cheer to wake me up, but he never came. So I got out of the bed, put on my Trainer clothes, and walked downstairs.
It was so silent, and no one was there. I ran out of the house, but saw no one, no people, except for a Pokémon I once met in Lavender Town, if that's what you could call it. It was Ghost.
"What have you done to everyone?" I asked, in a mixed feeling of rage and hatefulness.
"I have gotten my revenge for when you lied to everyone and defeated me," Ghost answered.
"But you were about to kill everyone!" .
"No. Everyone tried to kill ME. No matter how you bend or twist it, you lied."
"B-But where is everyone?"
"They are under the tombstone."
Suddenly, Ghost started laughing. His laugh echoed throughout Lavender Town, throughout the whole land. The ground shook and the mountains bowed to this mighty beast. My head was ringing, and I fell backwards. My vision started fading, and I felt like I was about to slip away.
Ghost disappeared, and my whole world was spinning. All of a sudden everything went black. When the dark faded, I was in a cave. I saw a little girl. I ran toward her.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"I don't know," she said.
"Let's get outta here."
We walked around. We went through cavernous rooms filled with rocks and holes so tiny that I could just barely get through. When I did, I got a huge scratch on my left arm. When the girl noticed my bruise she turned around and stared at it. "You feel pain?" she said in an enthusiastic voice.
"Yes?" I answered, wondering why she was so eager about it.
"Pain is good," She said, smiling, and turned around. What? After we walked for a while, the little girl suddenly stopped in front of a huge, brown wall.
"Why are we stopping here?" I asked.
"This is the exit," She answered.
"No it isn't!" I shouted, very confused.
"It is the exit of my misery!" the girl roared in a dark, ghastly voice. Then I saw what I had not already seen. The girl was a reflection of hope in my eyes. I couldn´t see the reality because I was blinded by desperation. It was... I think you know who.
"Now, the great revenge has begun!" Ghost shouted. He took me around my neck and squeezed hard. Then he threw me into the wall. I felt empty. I had lost everything, Bellsprout, Mom, my neighbor, everything.
"How does it feel to be defeated?" It roared in an evil, triumphing voice. Then it left.
I couldn't move, I didn't want to move. I just wanted to get out, to get out of there.
Out of the misery. Out of my body. Out of my physical life, and into the hereafter.
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A Lingering Fear Within My Heart

Something's wrong. Something's very wrong. I honestly can't tell you. I... I don't feel comfortable telling you. It still eats at me every day, like a cat eating lasagna.
And yet it keeps trying to escape, clawing at the door of its cage. An animal enalaved that wants freedom.
It scares me, like a cat sprayed with water. Afraid to become the meal of a bigger animal. Afraid that I'm out of the watchful gaze of Lucifer and now am stared upon by the malevolence of God.
I can feel it pulsing, the trauma's heart beating with life, pumping terror through my veins that it claims for its own.
But yet, I remain hopeful. My hope is that one day, I'll be able to see what truly is in the mirror. To face my fears once and for all. The Devil is by my side, and no angel will ever break that harmony. It's about time that I face what has been tormenting me. What has caused my suffering. So I can let you know. To let everyone know.
But yet, I remain hopeful. My hope is that one day, I'll be able to see what truly is in the mirror. To face my fears once and for all. The Devil is by my side, and no angel will ever break that harmony. It's about time that I face what has been tormenting me. What has caused my suffering. So I can let you know. To let everyone know.
Yet at the same time, I feel hopeless, like I'm at the bottom of the sea, chained down with brass chains with no hope to resurface. Like the mirror had taken my soul and shattered it like glass. I still fear that I'll never be able to tell anyone what I must overcome. Especially you.
It feels as if the world is inverting on me, like it's taunting me, almost. It's sick. I feel sick. Weak. Frail.
Still, it cannot be overstated. I must step forward. I must face this. I can do it. It's not like it will kill me, right? My heart pounds with vigour like it's an engine ready to drive. My gaze steadies as I calm down. I step towards the mirror, ready to face this once and for all...
... It's a motherfucking salmon in a fucking top hat. This was the shit I was afraid of? I'm a fucking catgirl and I'm afraid of what's essentially tonight's dinner? I can't even fucking make this up.
 
I'm out. If you want to contact me, email at LilacDewsbury@gretelheart.comNot a real E-mail. I'm fucking out. Good day.
 
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A Little Curious Lost Short

Ahem... A Little Curious was a great show aired on HBO Family. It abruptly ended at the turn of the 2000s. However, in 2006, after 6 years, an episode finally aired on TV! However, it was pretty dark. It aired on HBO Zone, and was rated an odd rating of TV-MA-LSV. The episode's name was "Tie Bump Tin". There were new shorts on that episode. They were the reason the episode was TV-MA. The first one, "Bumper Cars Stink!" was pretty racist and bloody. It had Bob the Ball saying "Hey, wassup...". Then he said the N-word. Bob then says "Bumper cars freaking suck! They're so bloody and violent. Bumping can result in serious injury!" It then cut to Little Cup, Mop, Mr. String and Grumbolt from Toy Academy by Brain Lynch on bumper cars. When Mr. String bumped Mop, her head flew off, and then a fountain of gruesome high pressure blood poured out. Then Grumbolt bumped Little Cup, and he broke. Grumbolt got hit by one of the pieces, and some blood poured out. He fainted. Mr. String then said, "Screw you, crap snacks! I'm the winner!" Bob the Ball then said "Hey, you digger! You goddamn weiner dick! You mamafrakker! You crappy damner! You Penis Shortdick! I'll punch you in the asshole, cocksucker!" He punched Mr. String, who exploded into lots of Doomesque bloody bits. An announcer said "FATALITY!" The next one, "Badass Tieshoes" was about Mr. Mop. It was a story. Here's how it went.
"Once upon a badass time, there was a badass mop. His badass nickname was Badass Tieshoes. He knew how to badassly tie his badass shoes. He was called that badass nickname because he kicked the badass hell out of the badass bullies. He dropped their badass underwear and badass pants, and took off all their badass clothing to show what their badass short dicks, badass non-wet pussies, badass tiny tits, badass mini boobs and badass thin asses looked like. But one day he died gruesomely. It all started when Badass (AKA Mr. Mop) got a gun to protect a bully from a kid. He aimed it at himself. BOOM! The end of Mr. Mop! Goodbye, young savior. THE END"
He died with a lot of blood. The final one, "The Tin Toy" was creepy as hell. It started with Mr. String. He looked awfully green. Mop came and said, "Hey, Stringy! You need a tin toy!" She got one. Mr. String said "Thanks, Mop! I needed something for my cold!" He sneezed, vomited and coughed. The tin toy came to life. Mr. String said "Holy shit! It's gonna live!" Tin Toy said "Gu*Tf*3f)... GRRRR! I am Tin Toy!" He then sliced everyone's head off and killed everyone with a lot of blood. Soon Earth became New Mars.
"People keep telling the story. It's very great! The end!"
The credits played. The logo was "HBO Zone is responsible." It was the creepiest thing I expected.
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A Little Gallows Humor

As I stand here on the hangman,
I cannot help but smirk,
For I am the one to die, then,
But your souls are spotted and dark.
I stole to feed my family,
A loaf of bread, that's all,
But if everyone could see your souls,
They would be truly appalled.
For with the bad eyesight and foresight I own,
Hindsight is where I excel,
And if my truths are told,
I'll see you all in hell.
You there! Constable Shirkin!
You say you have ne'er sinned,
But you beat your wife and child savagely,
And they have to bear and grin!
And you! Deputy Howe!
Your heart for a woman was great,
But when she loved another,
You cried "Witch!" and she was burned at the stake.
And lets not forget Sheriff Calder,
Who when his daughter was with child,
She was beaten viciously,
And her and the baby died.
So my truths have been told,
Final words with lessened tact,
And now my speech is done,
I hope you burn in-CRACK!
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A Look into Madness

I am feeling rather... funny
And I just can't seem to fit
The feeling that I'm feeling Into any sort of sense
And if I even tried
To utter Just a letter Of this feeling
Well, you'd think I'm off my rocker!
And I'm positively not...
This feeling Is a feeling
Of a very particular sort
A very nonsensical sort
And I can't begin to tell you
Where it starts
And where it ends It might go on forever!
Round in spinny sort of swirls
This feeling Has a feeling
That is dizzy, dizzy, dizzy
And my head is tipping over
At the very thought of it
The feeling's kind of floaty
And I think it's finally realized
That it does not have a name
And the dizzy, dizzy, dizzy
Has begun to leave the feeling
To go off and join the circus
And make nest in some trapeze artists
Head I am feeling rather breathless
And I need to go to bed now
So my funny funny feeling will go to bed now too.
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A Love Letter to Creepypasta

Jeff was bullied.
Sally was raped.
BEN was drowned.
Hoodie was betrayed.
L.J was abandoned.
E.J was a sacrifice.
Lost Silver was forgotten.
Glitchy Red was thought as a joke.
Liu's love was taken away from him.
Masky couldn't help his disorder.
Toby couldn't help his ticks.
Though some Creepypastas may be scary,
They're like us in a big way.
post if...
You would become a proxy
You wouldn't run away from slenderman
You'd give Red a warm hug with no regret
If you would tell Jeff he's beautiful
If you would cheer up Sally when shes crying
If you love Cheesecake!
If you would play video games with Ben
If you love Toby's Tics and Twitches
If you would be Jane's friend
If you would Dance with EJ, Laugh with LJ, or Smile with Smile Dog
Re-post if Creepypasta saved your life with their sheer awesomeness!
Because even though people think they're Insane freaks, we KNOW that they're more than that.
Category:Not Sure if Troll or Trying to Be Serious
Category:Loads of Characters
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Shortpasta
A MOD

I used to play alot of multiplayer PC games like team fortress 2,counter strike global offensive,and grand theft auto 4.I normally played these games in a lan party with friends when I was around 15 , there was one game that I always wanted but couldn't get because it always changed the price.I couldn't get it when it was free because I didn't know about the game then...so after a while my temptation's got to me and I tried to pirate it, but most them turned out to be a virus or spy wear.After I turned 19 I was just surfing the internet since there was nothing else to do , then I saw this add that said "GET ANY GAME FREE, NOT A VIRUS OR SPY WEAR"It looked really unorganized like a first grader would do, but again my temptations came back and got the best of me.To my surprise they had garry's mod and this time I came to my sences to check for a virus or spy wear this time.When my computer was finished scanning garry's mod there was nothing wrong with it so I started up the game, but the only function on it was single player witch isn't that suprising since this was a free version of the game.I wasn't able to install mod's ether witch still wasn't a suprise.So I started up single player , but the only map that I was able to join was gm_09_mod, I never heard of the map , but I still played it.When I joined it looke like a run down foster home with white text telling me to open the door of the home.When I opened the door there were no jump scares or anything like that, it was just more white text saying "have fun" reapetingly blinking over and over again.So I spawned a few prop's and tried to make a fort out side the foster home and spawned in a bunch of zombie NPC's and tried to survive waves of zombies.After I died white text appeared saying to go back into the foster home.So I followed order's and this time I saw my player model in a bath tube with blood around it , then the white text said "have fun".I was thinking what the point of this was so I just kept playing this time I killed a NPC of kliener from hl2 and then red text poped up saying"why did you do that for he did nothing to you prepare to suffer".Then pictures of my family poped up  flashing on the screen the next second it was me crying at some ones tomb.I tried to exit out , but I couldn't I called the cops , but they thought it was a joke I unplugged my computer completely and knew some one was coming for me...
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A Meeting At Ben's Place

Sonic.exe opened the door, trying to hide that he was pissed off. "Hello, everyone," he muttered.
Slenderman waved a tentacle, while sipping on a glass of wine. Jeff said, "sup." BEN, the host, didn't care for Sonic.exe's arrival; he was making pasta for everyone.
Sonic.exe sat at the table with Jeff and Slendy. He was invited to the Pasta Party, hosted by BEN, of course. Sonic.exe twiddled his fingers... "So," he asked, "What should we talk about?" Jeff, with his annoying teenage voice, said, "I own a puppy." Sonic.exe got upset because of that. "I don't care for a stupid puppy!"
"Oh?" Jeff replied. "If you stare in to his eyes for too long, you'll hafta spread the word...." Jeff chuckled. Sonic.exe scoffed. "Let me see 'im," he said. "Nah," Jeff replied. "My gf is comin'. I want her to see my dog first. If ya know what I mean." Jeff winked. Sonic.exe groaned. "Your story is a cliche mess, Jeff. I despise you," Sonic.exe grumbled.
"At least I'm not on the troll pasta wiki," Jeff said, before laughing like a maniac. "Oh, fuck you," Sonic.exe retorted.
There was a knock on the door. Slenderman stretched his tentacle to open the door. It was RED. RED said, with a grumbly, static-like voice, "I'm bummed today."
"YOU'RE bummed?" Sonic.exe hissed. "At least YOU have a successful creepypasta, damn it!"
RED laughed. "Quiet, fool," RED retorted. Sonic.exe grumbled.
...
A few hours later, there was a boastingly high amount of people. There was a gray, dead Squidward who had arm-wreslting matches with slendy, (and always lost), there was Herobrine, who wasn't very chatty, and pretty much every famous creepypasta you could think of.
...
DING!
"That's the pasta! The pasta! Pasta's ready!" BEN yelled. Everyone made a run for the table and ate pasta like there was no tomorrow.
But then he came. Everyone was finished eating pasta by then, and even though THEY were scary, they stopped dead when he came in. Zalgo opened one of his many mouthes, and uttered. "W̵̞͛H̸̜̐Ē̷͜R̴̗̽E̶̥̚ ̷͚̒Ǐ̸̘S̸̗͛ ̷͔͑M̶͉͝Y̵͔̓ ̵̼̍P̵͙̏Ḁ̸͝S̸͉͂T̵̩̂A̶̗͝".
BEN muttered, "Oh, uh... Evil Patrixxx came today and he, uh... well, he stole your pasta."
Zalgo exploded with anger. So much anger, that the text glitched up. "Ȳ̸̖O̷͖͋U̸̥̔ ̸̗́K̵̦͝Ň̸̺E̷̳͘W̷̜͆ ̶͎̄I̶͍̊ ̴̟͝W̸̨̄O̷̺̒U̴͙͒L̶̘̐D̸͈̈ ̵͚̑C̵̟̀Ò̷̮M̴̥̑È̶̲ ̴̯̅Ÿ̵̙Ö̷̙́Ư̸̖ ̵̥̃B̷̙̔Í̵̳T̴͈̋C̷̝̾H̵̦͋!̸̹͌ ̵͍͠Ȋ̵̩ ̵͙̀W̶͎̓I̶̺̓L̸̩͐L̷͖̆ ̴̯́Ġ̸̻E̸̫̾T̶͚̎ ̸̧̾R̵̝̕Ë̷̠́V̶̳̇Ẹ̸͛N̵̢͝G̸̦̎E̶̻͐ ̵̬͆O̶̰̅N̷̩͗ ̸̫̆Ȇ̸͉V̴̺̄I̵̬͑L̵̞͛ ̴̡͛P̷͚͒Å̵͓T̶̝͠R̶̄ͅÍ̸͈X̶̮̾X̵̣͋X̷̩͌,̴̗̑ ̵̹̀A̸̜̿N̵͕͘D̵͕͝ ̵̗̈́T̵̫̊H̸̦͌E̷̲͊N̸̮̔ ̸͖͝Y̸̭̓O̷̠͊U̷̖̽ ̷̮͑Ĺ̵̺Ọ̷̅W̵̼͆ ̵̻̓L̵̖͗I̶̼̕F̵̰͊Ḙ̷͊S̵̭̐ ̷͕͘Ă̵̟R̸͓̈́E̷͕͠ ̵̓͜N̷̢̑E̴̞̋Ẍ̶̫́T̴̢̈!̵͍͌"
There was a black flash. And with that, Zalgo was gone. On a mission to find and destroy Evil Patrixxx. Jeff chucked. "He probably ate the pasta already anyway. Hah."
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A Message for My Haters (Copypasta)

I know that over the years I've been pretty harsh on MLP and that I've said a lot of offensive stuff and the resulted in people making hate memes of me. But you know what?... I DON'T FUCKING CARE! I said what I said about MLP and I meant it! That show is complete garbage and the writers wasted so much golden opportunities. Hate me as much as you want cause I'm untouchable, I've never even read a single damn word that you guys say behind my back I just ignore and pretend it doesn't exist. Hating on me is just giving me power so I'm not the enemy here you guys are, everyone has to put up with haters all the time and all you have to do is just say something mean and hurtful and then block them. Plus every time I said something like "I wanna fart on them" it was just a way for me to troll you. It wasn't a creepy fetish or anything I just wanted to annoy you and it worked. If you just ignored me and pretended I didn't exist than that would mean I was losing. I've had to put up with a lot more annoying people than me for 6 fucking years (mark my words school is so overrated so many rotten teenagers) So in the end I don't care what you people say about me if I ever offended you, called you a dumbass, and disrespected your opinion than I think you deserved it. I said those things because it was personal and so I could stick up for myself (when I'm not on the internet I'm not nice or mean either I'm just a normal neutral guy) So good riddance you immature morons I wish all of you the worst of luck and may god have mercy on your souls.
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A Message from Scythemantis

no no, fuck YOU. I wrote a bunch of these for fun over on my own site out of boredome, they're not meant to be anything other than a terrible mockery of creepypasta tropes, and submitting them here is nothing other than a mockery of people like yourself who shit up this site and trash poor Phone because your standards are so pretentiously high that you have to complain about this completely free website for archiving a variety of pastas for a variety of purposes and tastes. You and the other crybabies here are the only thing to ever bring down the site's quality, not any of the stories.
You fucking bitch like SERIOUS BIDNESS when a pasta is too short, too long, too wordy, not wordy enough, too vague, too descriptive, too weird, too generic, and even have the audacity to attempt legitimate critique when, newsflash, none of us fucking care about you. You don't do us a favor by commenting or even by reading. We writers write for ourselves first, an audience a distant second. We're not trying to make money off this shit, we're just having fun. We do YOU a favor by offering any of it for your entertainment. You are nothing. You are our little meaningless peons.
AND WE ARE IN YOUR HOUSE AND WE ARE DEAD.
GOD.
DAMN.
SKULLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAYBE EVEN TWO OF THEM.
Category:Ghastly Macaroni
Category:Rants
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Shortpasta
A Minecraft Dream or, Rather, a Nightmare

I have made another Minecraft page, explaining a strange happening which occurred yesterday morning. If that freaked you out, you should go away now, because this frightens me much more. 
This happened about 5 months ago. I had purchased Minecraft, an amazing game, that day. I did not have time to play it that night, but I was very excited to play it the next day. I had seen many walkthroughs and pictures of the game, and it looked cool. 
But when I went to sleep that night, I would be in my own personal hell. I closed my eyes, dreaming about Minecraft. Dreaming about how fun it would be. At least I hoped I would dream about it. That dream was a nightmare. A horrifying nightmare. 
The nightmare started off swell and peaceful. I was in a Creative mode map, and it was sunny and bright. I walked around the map for about 5 minutes after building myself a house. I would've walked for over 5 minutes, but then the nightmare began. A strange figure appeared in front of me. It was dressed in black, with devil-ish red eyes, staring right down at me. I was fucking frightened. I ran away, but it followed me. It never attacked me. It never even had weapons! I walked happily along. But then it jumped, or ran, in front of me. I realized that it was ANOTHER one of them. I looked on my sides and found two others. They were surrounding me, staring at me with those devil-ish red eyes. They ran up to me and started feeding off me, slowly killing me. I heard insane screams, as if my player was reacting to getting killed. I awoke in my house again. It was raining super hard and snowing heavily. I tried to walk around, but I was levitated.
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A Momentary Laspe of Reason

4:18 A.M. already and all I can think about is the blood. Red, dripping from my shaking fingertips into an everlasting pool of tainted venom. Vivid images of unspeakable violence stick like stone to the young and impressionable mind. Curiosity is killing this cat. I feel the reality. Oh no, what have I done to you, my sweet? No, no, no! Pulling my hair back feverishly, maniacally, I shiver. Ha, ha, ha! Look at you! Poor, weak Annie. It was fun while it lasted my pretty. Oh God, I’m sorry. So sorry it had to be like this. You know it had to be this way, Annie! I sit there sharp minded yet empty, holding my beaten knees. Aw Shit. Another dead body in the back of this God forsaken van. Silly me, I’m not supposed to make such a mess. Oh but the blood. It satiates me, gives me. The power, it calls to me. Never leaving me alone, always wanting more. I will have it no matter what it takes! Ah, the body, yes. Must dispose of now before anybody knows I’m gone. Those fools. They wouldn’t know if hot shit landed on their face. I’ll be just fine. While they’re praying to their God’s I’m creating my own. Yes, yes, almost there now. Hold tight baby, only a few more minutes. Then we can go home quick and easy. Home free, far away from your fucking eyes! I can feel them from the back seat steadily observing my, my, condition. Make it stop, make it stop. Bitch quit fucking looking at my God damn face! Calm down, breathe. Ah! Here we are, ha, see that wasn’t too bad was it? OK, easy don’t want to fuck anything up too bad, a little muscle work and out we are. I pause momentarily to appreciate this lovely night. It’s a shame the stars don’t look like this back home. Enough of the gay shit, One deep breath and I’ll have her sailing down the midnight river into darkness. You ready? Oh I bet you are. Ha, ah. Seconds feel like centuries, but she has to go. Come now John. Fine! One. Two. Oh shit Annie why do you have to look at me like that? I, I, I, fucking told you this would happen. Aw fuck John c’mon let’s finish this. Now. All is silent for a brief moment of airless tranquility. Splash. Goodbye forever, Annie.
, 24 August 2012 by Peter Shmidt
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