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I'm So Sorry Please Forgive Me.mp4 - Reloaded

I was trying to surf the net on my grandfather's computer and I had came across this video that had a hebrew title. I decided to watch it because i was feeling bored. And when it started i sat back and tried to relax. This was late at night and my grandpa didn't even know that i was on his computer. My boyfriend texted me claiming he is preparing for the big sleepover tomorrow at his house. I was getting easily frustrated since the video didn't load, and also kinda in a bad mood since i was on my period.
The video started and it began with a black screen a hebrew text that said some nonsense, and then it went to static. It then cut to a dark room with a boy with long hair sitting on the edge of a staircase rocking back and forth, and the camera looked scared and was slowly creeping towards the boy. Then it went to black and a picture had flashed for a second. I scrolled back and saw an image of a huge face in a dark room staring at me. 
I was easily getting scared at this moment, and then without warning it cut to a video of the same boy with long hair in an even darker looking room, and he was looking straight at me with a worried look on his face. Then when all was quiet in the dark room, he started swearing and screaming extremely loudly with an angered look on his face as it started to become deformed and scary. His eyes were holes and his face looked cut. He started to get wounds and scars on his face as it was deforming, and the video became distorted, and his voice became higher pitched and the whole time, the room was getting whiter and lighter and his face kept getting darker, and he was still screaming and swearing as it was being mixed in with distorted screams.
Then it all stopped, and was back to normal and now he just has a straight face but looked slightly shocked. He then opened his mouth and started smiling with the cut face. And then it cut to black. The video then ended with him in a dark room crying profusely with night vision saying "I'm so scared." Before cutting to black.
I was in complete shock. I wasn't able to sleep last night, and then i get a voice mail before i went to bed from my boyfriend, which contained all of the swears the boy said in the video. I never heard from my boyfriend the next day after that.
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I'm Sorry, Chef Pee Pee!

The story goes as such:
September 29, 2017
I thought there would be a new SML video about Bowser Junior's birthday, but when I saw the notification, my mind was racing with thoughts such as "Is this a joke?", "Is this the halloween video, but posted early?", I ignored it and started watching.
Junior was having a good day, spending time with his friends, making jokes about Cody's Mom, you know, the usual things that Junior likes.
One day, he made a mistake that changed his life forever.
It goes a little like this, Junior was playing football in the house with Jeffy, when, on accident, Jeffy punted the ball high enough to break the ceiling, and right when that happened, the ceiling fell on Chef Pee Pee, and knocked him out unconcious, with his face splattered across the kitchen counter and floor. Junior was scared but luckily he knew the trick, Junior tried to make Chef Pee Pee a new face by getting playdoh and using glue and tape to hopefully get the face to look good as new. But, right when Junior was done making the last piece of playdoh, Chef Pee Pee awoke, and boy, was he pissed. Chef Pee Pee actually GREW a new face underneath his old one, and it looked terrifying as fuck. Junior fell to his knees when he saw, the lifeless, fucked up, Chef Pee Pee standing right above him, trying to keep it calm, Junior cracked a joke, but when Chef Pee Pee heard it, he SLASHED at Junior, making Junior cry so hard, that he had waterfalls coming out of his nose and eyes and mouth. Chef Pee Pee started choking Junior, looking hyper-realistic when he did it, Junior kept repeating while crying, "I'm Sorry, Chef Pee Pee!", "I'm Sorry!", and as Junior said that, Chef Pee Pee dug his hands deep into Junior's body, so much so, that Junior's heart was destroyed.
This episode was deleted by YouTube because it violated Community Guidelines, but I remember this episode, it scared the living daylights out of me, i'll never see Chef Pee Pee the same way again.
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Category:Lost Episodes
Category:Look at me! I'm SO EDGY!
Category:Pointless Violence
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Category:Mario
I'm Still Here

I'm naturally a very quick sleeper; I hit the bed and I'm instantly out, unable to be waken. Over the past few days, however, I noticed this all changed, where I'm oddly unable to fall asleep and, in a rare instance, I actually find myself tossing and turning constantly, shifting the sheets back and forth as I do so. There would be this constant voice in my ear, speaking to me in gibberish and oftentimes recognizable foreign languages, but it will occasionally speak to me in my very own language.
However, the voices eventually seemed to be coming from all directions throughout my room. Whenever I make the slightest movement, said voices abruptly stop and then continue once I remain still. Yet, I see nothing. The room is pitch black, illuminated only by the soft glow of the moonlight peering through the curtains.
The voices persist and seem to be getting louder and clearer by the night. Few times the floor would vibrate very slowly in intervals and I would feel a presence at the foot of the bed, a foreboding one. I feel as if I'm being watched. Insomnia is followed by hopeless fear and I constantly find myself in a silent scream, desperate for the entity to depart...
...but it won't.
And by the next moon, I see a shadowy figure walk past my bedroom doorway in the hall. It does this several times before stopping right in the center and stands completely motionless, staring at me. The whispers follow.
"I'm still here," the voice proclaims repeatedly.
A sudden blink and the figure has vanished into the dark of the night. By day, I can still feel its presence and I am unable to experience life without having to take a moment and make sure nothing is behind me. My hands may waver very slightly at times and I would shiver whenever the voices reappear.
Yet... I'm still here.
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I'm Sure the Wake Will Be Nice

If you're traveling through the tip of the thumb of Michigan on a night with a full moon, stop at McGraw County Park. The gate will be closed, but you can park in front of it. Bring a set of black clothes, and change in the changing rooms.
When you come out, there will be an old man with olive colored skin, curly dark brown hair, and a mustache selling hot dogs in a cart. If you order one, the man will thank you for your patronage and apologize for your loss saying "I'm sure the wake will be nice." One of your relatives – not necessarily someone close, but still someone you know – will have been murdered that night.
Be sure to change back into your other set of clothes, because if you drive away while still dressed in the black clothes you'll be pulled over by state police and arrested for the murder of your family member and the clothes will be covered in their blood.
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I'm Tired of Society Copypasta

I'm tried of society. Everyone is so STUPID nowadays. People don't realize there are more teenagers like me who play around as being anthropomorphic animals on the internet and yet people still criticize me, AND FOR WHAT? PRETENDING TO EAT ANOTHER WOLF'S ASS WHILE HOWLING TO THE FUCKING MOON? OMG JUST LET US BE. If it weren't for all of you BOOMERS we wouldn't be so oppressed by modern "society" standards. Imma fucking dye my once-beautiful ginger hair black and and steal my mom's credit card since she doesn't want to get me my dream anthropomorphic real-size sex fox toy so I could at least escape from this GARBAGE REALITY for a bit. I've only wore hentai and skull clothes for the last year and now my mom wants to get me a therapist because she thinks I could have "mental problems" for staying on my room all day jerking off to sexy anthropomorphic cats. Last night I overheard she talking on her phone to someone and she said something around the lines of "I'm starting to understand why you left us..." come on bitch nobody left me, I was just too good for them. I've once tried showing my mom the anthropomorphic animals world isn't as bad as she thinks but then she saw my search history and FUCKING GROUNDED ME FOR A MONTH. A WHOLE. FUCKING. MONTH. She says I should get "real friends" and "go out a bit" BITCH DON'T YOU REALIZE I HAVE FRIENDS? ONLINE ANTHROPOMORPHIC ANIMAL FRIENDS. IS THAT NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? AT LEAST THEY WOULDN'T LEAVE ME FOR ANYTHIN- Oh nevermind one of them unfriended me now because he said I was "acting too much like an incel even for him". Welp. Guess the world really is below me and I'm better than everyone else. Time to jerk off to an anthropomorphic rabbit this time. Bye you stupid commonfolk.
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I'm Tryin'

Hey, friend,
Come on in,
We can get nice and comfy,
Woah, don't sit on the love seat,
I don't blood on it,
"Mitch?"
That very next second,
I grabbed a knife and said,
"I'm gonna wreck it!"
I stabbed him in the chest repeatedly,
and was terrified to the point of screamingly,
I snapped his fingers,
He tasted like chicken tenders,
MMM,
What's that, hmm?
Oh, yeah, right,
I just killed your wife,
and to everyone reading,
Get ready for a beating,
I'll see you tonight,
Lock your doors, friends.
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Category:Morons Attempting Poetry
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
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I'm Unstoppable

The other day I was trotting across the sidewalk and found a little book with two pages, but it looks like most of the pages have been ripped out. This was what the first page said:
This scared me in so many ways. Who was this person? Why was this so old? I flipped to the next page in intrigue. This is what it said:
That was the end. Then I saw a bit of writing on the back from the light paper.. it looked like its bottom had been ripped I turned the page and saw something...
I'm grounded? What did that mean? I was so confused... I didn't know what to do... then I noticed a little strip of paper in the bush where I picked up the book.. this must be the bottom of the page...
I picked it up and closed my eyes and turned it around so I wouldn't see the text yet. I was scared. I opened them, and opened the book. I put the strip face-down on the last page and realized it WAS the bottom..
I slowly flip the paper over and read it...
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I'm Waiting

Just for the record, this is no ordinary creepypasta. I am also no ordinary creepypasta writer either. You see, it doesn't exactly end too well after my stories are read. It ends, shockingly. Messily. Terrifyingly.
Confused? Let me talk a bit about me. I am a writer. Not a professional or anything, just leisurely. I live alone. I have a pretty bad habit as well. A dark habit. A dark secret I am sharing with you. I love blood. I love darkness. I love murder. It started off when I ran over that little girl late at night. No one was around. I was about to call for help when I saw her. Her mangled body; a whole arm torn off by the impact, the other pointing in a horribly grotesque direction; a chunk of her leg missing, gouged out by a shard of glass on the road and her groin completely raw, the skin peeled off by the bitumen. I loved all details of it. Her face contorted in pain. Her screams. I just watched her die. Death became my interest, murder, my passion.
From then on I crept around at night with my knife (I don't like guns, too fast), and went chopping up people, letting them bleed, even carving them into living bloody sculptures. I remember, poor little Steve, the schoolboy and the bus driver, John. They all come back to me in my dreams, but I don't think about that too much. On another note, ever heard of Omray, in California? Of course you haven't because in 2003 I wiped it off the map by killing everyone. See what I mean when I say my passion is murder?
Now, from the start I might have seemed quirky, fun and even nice. Dismiss those thoughts now because here is the real side of me. While I had my love in death, I also developed an interest in writing. I had two sides of me, my everyday writing me, and the me who crept around at night mincing people. Then I had the idea. What if I could combine my writing skills and my passion for murder? What if I could lure victims in with my stories, and then kill them? So I did. My plan worked and still works brilliantly.
Take a look outside. See anyone there? That someone could be me, spying at your computer, waiting for the right time to strike. Is there an absence of noise from the house next door? I could have paid the owners a little visit. They could be a pile of indistinguishable flesh by now. Is the whole street empty? Maybe I've killed them all, you'll never know.
As a last word, the first version of this story has claimed hundreds and hundreds of victims who finished the story and left.
If you want, tell yourself what ever you like to let this go.
This is just a little story written by someone with a sick mind.
But what if it isn't.
You can think whatever you like.
Go ahead, leave this page.
I'm waiting
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I'm a Mushroom Farmer and I Feel Like Rambling for a Bit

Okay, so before you ask, yes, mushroom farming is a real profession. Yes, I do get teased about it at family gatherings. And whatever mushroom jokes you can think of, chances are I've already heard it.
So with that out of the way, let's begin. As a child, I was very introverted. I got bullied a lot. The bullying wasn't especially horrible compared to how it is in the 90s movies, but it still made me hate school on top of the fact that I wasn't a very good student.
My only source of solice for much of my childhood was retreating to the library and reading books. I especially liked stories about medieval fantasy and aliens.
As I got older, the bullying became less frequent, and by junior year of high school I was a popular football player.
You're probably wondering what all this has to do with my creepy experience as a mushroom farmer. Well, I promise I'll get to that by the end of this.
but first you're probably wondering what exactly mushroom farming entails. Well there are two types of mushroom farming, industrial scale and freelance. I'm a freelance mushroom farmer, i.e. self-employed. Basically all you have to do is buy a cave or an old dank cellar, fill it with moldy wood, and pump water down there now and then.
It's a pretty mundane job that doesn't get too exciting, but it has its moments and it pays well, unfortunately the job also has a dark side. And no, I'm not talking about magic mushrooms.
There's, well, a legend, actually a sort of creepy well known fact among mushroom farmers. All mushroom farmers learn of it sooner or later, but few are ever willing to talk about it, even with family members.
It's well known that fairies are often associated with mushrooms in folklore. What most people don't know is that mushroom fairies are real. At least, sort of.
The fairies aren't cute like Tinkerbell or the fairies from Fantasia. They are hideous creatures that really look more like big roaches.
Sometimes, a mushroom farmer will wake up in his bed and find it surrounded by a ring of glowing mushrooms. the mushroom fairies will be chanting an eerie chant in a language that can't be understood by humans.
I've never personally had this happen to me, but I have several close friends in local mushroom farming circles that have. They are never the same again once it happens.
Even now I'm uneasy about posting this. It's an inside secret that we mushroom farmers aren't supposed to talk about to civilians. But I feel I should warn people: if you ever decide to become a mushroom farmer, just consider what you are getting yourself into.
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I'm a botanist and my cell number is really close to the local priest's and it's weird

It was 4:20am. I had had a late shift botanizing the frick out of some plants and I was plumb exhausted. I had finally drifted off to sleep when my phone rang.
"Hello?" I asked, voice gravelly with sleep.
"EXORCIZE ME DADDY!" came the voice on the other end, breathy and peppered with seductive moans.
"For the last time, I am a BOTANIST and not the PRIEST! His number ends in 69, you dialed 68."
"This isn't the roleplay we decided on," the stranger laughed. "Try again."
"Dude, I just want to sleep." I was about to hang up when the moans were replaced with demonic shrieking in what sounded like at least 10 different voices. My ear wouldn't stop ringing after the call.
"BOW TO US."
"No, I'd like to sleep. Thanks."
The seductive voice was back. "Please, you have to help me. I need an exorcism before it's too late." I heard a kissy noise at the end.
"Ok," I relented. "But don't sue me. I told you already I'm not the gosh damned priest. Ready?"
"For you? Always!"
I resisted the urge to gag. "Alright. So look deep within yourself and tell your demons BEGONE THOT! That should do it, ok? Now can I please get some sleep!" This was one of the many days I wished phones weren't nondescript black rectangles. I would love to have angrily snapped or slid my phone shut, but I settled for angrily tapping the hang up button on my screen.
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Category:LONG ASS TITLE
I'm a dumbass

I'm a dumbass. I have been a dumbass since I was born and will always be a dumbass. I am the most idiotic person on earth and if you disagree you haven't met me. I'm so moronic that I almost went outside butt naked to prove that I'm in control, I'm so moronic that I put my shit on an ice cream cone and pretended it was chocolate ice cream. I'm so moronic that I rejected 3 girls because I'm a super dumbass. I'm so moronic that I can't fit everything onto here without breaking the text limit. My idiocy can't fit into a book. I'm so moronic that I end up making other people dumbasses. My presence online is enough to make everyone a dumbass. Everything I say is utter nonsense and will always be. My parents couldn't handle how much of a dumbass I was the kicked me out. The orphanage said I was making the other kids there idiots so they also kicked me out. I asked god for help and he just said
"Your foolishness is so big that I couldn't even remove it even if I was forced to."
I'm the literal definition of idiocy. If you open up the dictionary it literally just says my name under the definition of 'dumbass'. I'm so idiotic that I had to hire someone to make my Reddit account.
I'm such a dumbass that my brain can no longer remember shit. My whole brain is filled to the brim with idiocy.
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I'm a guy who became pregnant and had to give birth through my cock!

I'm a 20 year old guy who wound up getting pregnant! When doctors realized what had happened to me, at first they weren't sure how I would even give birth. However, one doctor did research, and discovered some very old stories about guys who would get pregnant and have to give birth through their cock! The doctors said that I should probably give birth that way, since they weren't sure if a C-section would be safer. Plus, I have a very good-sized cock, and apparently the baby wouldn't be all that big at birth. So I agreed, although rather reluctantly. I soon began to regret that decision, though, when the doctors told me they could only give me a mild painkiller when I gave birth, because anything stronger would interfere with my ability to give birth.
When I went into labor a couple of weeks ago, I went to the hospital with my two brothers (who are ages 20 and 19). Once there, we went into the delivery room, where my brothers helped me out of my shoes, socks, shirt, pants, and briefs. I decided to be completely naked, rather than put on a hospital gown, since it wouldn't be covering up anything of any importance anyway. I got onto the delivery table and put my feet into the stirrups, and my brothers stood on either side of me and stared at my cock where it rested on my balls.
I was given a shot of pain medication, and soon a doctor got down between my legs, right by the end of my cock. He told me to start pushing, which I did. Panting and moaning as I clutched the bars on either side of the table, I kept pushing for a while, and soon I felt the baby start moving towards my crotch. I started crying out in pain when the baby started going through my cock, and a few moments later I actually felt the end of my cock open up as the baby started exiting. As soon as the shoulders were out, the doctor pulled the baby out the rest of the way. The staff cut the umbilical cord and started working on the baby, and moments later I heard a baby crying and a doctor telling me it was a boy who weighed in at 4 pounds 2 ounces. The placenta was pulled out of me a few moments later.
The baby, while small, is all right, and my cock, while sore, is making a full recovery. I was a bit embarrassed to later learn that my 19 year old brother wrote a 3 page paper on what he saw for his English class in college and read it in front of the whole class.
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I'm coming

I just moved to California I had new house the person who sold the house to me was glad to sell it they didn't even bother to talk to me every night I would wake up and hear I'm coming then one night I heard the door open and I saw a boy that looked as if he was 5 years old he was holding a knife and had blood all over his face and the knife the boy chanted a song like this time to die the demons will enjoy there meal the boy got closer and closer and I went black I woke up 30 miles away from my house i didn't manage to get a picture.
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