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The Garbage Man

Every year on this date I get a letter from the Garbage Man.
I opened up my mailbox this morning and underneath the 117 thank-you letters I got for donating to PBS there was a familiar red envelope with an upside-down stamp. I took it inside and opened it up with my nice letter-opener with the carving of the pineapple on the handle. The letter said,
I'm the Garbage Man and I'm gonna trash you! I live in the landfill and I'm gonna drive out in my big old truck vroom vroom and I'm gonna put you in my can rattle rattle and I'm gonna throw you in my truck crunch crunch! You're gonna go in the trash 'cause you're not recyclable no more!
I get a letter like this every year. They always say more or less the same thing. I never worried about them before. It was probably just one of my old college buddies having a laugh. But this time, I wasn't so sure. I poured myself a glass of milk and dropped five or seven whiskey stones in it. I hate drinking watered-down milk.
Last week I visited a fortune-teller named Madame Fitzwilliam. She was tall and black and had long fingernails and short hair and she had lots of ankle bracelets on her ankles but not wrist bracelets on her wrists. She didn't have a crystal ball. Instead she filled a bowl with milk and dropped in five or seven whiskey stones. She stared into the bowl. She said, "Every person has five or seven lives to decide whether they're going to be good or not. If they decide they're not going to be good, then they go deep into that darkness we like to call 'Eternal Oblivion.' I sense, using my fortune-telling ability, that you have made that decision very recently." She raised the bowl to her lips and drank. "I also sense, using my fortune-telling ability, that this is going to play havoc with my IBS."
I asked her what she used to get dried-up milk scum off her whiskey stones. She said she used a Brillo pad.
The week before that I had to bury something heavy and awkwardly-shaped in my back yard. It was cool, clear night. I had to dig for several hours. The heavy and awkwardly-shaped thing I buried in my back yard used to be two things: alive, and my wife. Now it only one thing in a hole in my back yard.
I finish my milk. I hear a vroom vroom coming up my street. I rattle the five or seven whiskey stones in my empty glass. I'm not gonna get a chance to clean them with a Brillo pad. I'm not recyclable no more.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Beings
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
The Gardener Is Coming

One day, I was at home chillin and writing my grocer list on my iPad and I went in my notes to type it and it said. The gardener is comming... I said wtf and continued to get ready. Then I heard my email thing and checked I and it said the gardener is coming... I got scarred, so I went to my bathroom sink and washed my face . Then a fax thing came in and it said the gardener is comming... In red letters. Goddamnit, my ink was being used. So I got my gun and ran outside and yelled ho the he,ll is the gardener. A dinosaur thing came and said I am and it bit me. I turned into a dinosaur. It was scary. Rooooaaaaarrrhhh.
Category:Animulz
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Wall of Text
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Shortpasta
The Gas Station Horror

Once upon a time there was a man who was driving home from work. He pulled into a gas station because he needed gas. While it was filling up he went into the gas station store. There was not much inside other than some snacks and drinks. So anyway he buys a meal and gos to the clerk and hands hims his card. As he was reaching into pocket to get his card to pay for the meal he saw the man walking... wiread. "Has he pooped his panties" the man thought. The clerk bent over and the man saw that the clerk had indeed poopyed his pants.
"Sir! It seems you have poopyed you're pants!" the man shouted out. The clerk heard what the man had said and killed him slef on the spat. The man was in shock he could not belve what had happened. The man tried to run out of the store but the doors where were locked. The man turned his head to look back at the clerk was no longer a human but instead was a man made of poopy mess. The Poopy monster was flying and and the man tried to run to the bakc exit but the poopy was spreading. It covered the store he was going to dorwn of the poopoo.
The man nearly gave up and let him self die, but he remembered that he just pad $60 for gas and he was not going to lose that. He took a bit out of his credit card and ran at the poopoo monster. he punch it but to no evel his hand got eaten by the poopy man. At this point he was nearing his last resort. He scrimed out to the poopy monster "Fuck you" And trow shit at him.
The shit monster did not like that and rushed at him. Lucky for the man he did not notice the trap card on the ground witch did 700 damage. The man was reaching his limits he could not wait any longer to pull out his final resort. Yes his final resort. Fanil opportunity to bet the poopy monster.
He said to the poopy momster "I am going to kill you!" and pulled out his 50 cal michine gum. He starts shoting at the mosnstedrds and he blows its hed off. He thought he had won but the momster can only be kill by the power of love and frinedship. But the man did nbot now this. But
Wat he did know is that 50 cal beats friendship so he keep blasting it he shot it so many times the the 50 cal brock down. But lucky for him he had another one. But this was his final resterst,
He had too kill this big malaka. He blow of all the atoms in his poopy body and what do you know he was still standing. Before you knew it the second 50 cal had broken drown. But by this time he had enough points to pack-a-punch.
As he blow the big basterd up bit by bit he said his final line, "Poop... groovy" and blow the fecker up. The body off the clerk dropped form the poop and he woke up. "You saved me!" the clerk scream in joy "you saved me kind stranger!". The man shot the clerk in the head "take that you basterd". He walked out of the store right as his tank was full and didn't pay. What a badass. The end. Bye.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Potty Humor
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:YT Readings
Category:Beings
The Gate of Dream Ritual

The Gate of Dream Ritual is the most hardest rituals in the world, it's consider to be a pocket dimension that can lead to another world where everything is a very nice place but it has no same concept of the reality as our reality, if you want to do the ritual you must have this items to use for the ritual to work.
Instructions:
# You must have a pocket watch to use as your personal time because the dream world has no time so you might get a chance to not go out in that world so you must keep at all times.
# You need to use the chalk to draw a simple circle, it will act as a portal to transport you to the another world.
# You need to pack your food because in this world there's no food at all. 
# It needs to be 1:00pm to work this ritual
Rules:
# Don't touch anything in the Dream World
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Rituwel
Category:TOTALLY NOT UNFINISHED U GUIZE
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Shortpasta
The Gdansk Trip

Hi, my name is what. I'm here to tell you about my horrifying experience in Danzig, also known as the Polish NYC, except not called NYC, not nearly as big, and not in NY.
I flew out to visit my cousin Wydyslaw, the last of the Piast. I bought my plane ticket at the airport, and walked to the Terminal. I didn't notice it, but behind me the airport lady turned into a Skeletal Airport lady! This does not scare me, as an avid thanker I know Mr Skeltal protects me.
On the flight, I dreamt of spokes and gourds. I was riding my bicycle along the rode when a Dutchmen wearing an alternative rock shirt jumped out at me! I quickly awoke to find a Dutchman complaining to a stewardess that some omnipresent first person voice was narrating events in the past tense. Those crazy Dutch!
Shortly thereafter, I arrived in the land of the poles. It was stripper season. As I navigated my way across the mess of metal columns distributed throughout the courtyard, I heard it. A great Tood throughout the sky! I fell asleep and kept walking to my cousin's house.
I awoke in a deep, dank alley. The air was sultry, hot and wet. The commodity was palpable- it condensed in rust all over my bloodstream. But nothing could prepare my calcium for what was about to come.
Above me, a man looked down. He began to speak a mess of consonants and bizarre intonations. Clearly, he was possessed! I knew know what had happened.
The great Tood as the train left. This demon man confusedly, menacingly, standing above me. I was in ANTISKELTALAND! I ran out into the bright street and accosted a nearby pedostrain, "What's the quickest way out of here?"
He too spoke in a devilish mix of cs and zs. I needed to escape. I knew only one way out- I needed to cross antiskeltalland and get to Skellarus, or Eskellia. It was the only way.
I charted a small boat from a nearby fishing village. Having drawn up the boat in every proportion, I asked the owner if I could pay him to transport me out of Proland. But he too, was possessed!
I dived into the small fishing lake, and swam for the other side. I saw a giant black line in the dirt that said "Girder. Do not cross." I stepped onto it, and blacked out.
I woke up in an old Jaguar, surrounded by mysterious hooded figures. "We are the Ghosts of Soviets Past" said the main hoodee. "Have you adopted state atheism as your religion, and accepted the ways of practical architecture?"
I couldn't deny my faith in Mr Skeltal. I thanked with all heart, and stood up.
"NO. YOU FUCCBOIS HAVE SINNED AGAINST THE BONERLORD. MAY HELL RAIN UPON YOU!"
Mr Skeltal filled my bones with rage as I shivved the keys into the Jaguar. The Jaguar gave a mighty growl, and with a leap, took off!
I rode my animal friend all the way to Skelerus, where I flew back to Flo rida. He congratulated me on defeating the Ghoviets. The people of Eastern Europe were saved. Unfortunately, Jaguars are pretty slow, so its taken me 22 years or so to get back to tell you all this.
Flo rida bestowed upon me the extreme medal of unhandleosity. I have reached Skellightenment. Any questions?
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Skeletons
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
The Genie in the Bottle

There used to be 3 teenage girls named Morgan (16), Alice (19), and Gothica Von Darkreich (13). Morgan loved Social Media and Celebrities, Alice loved Unicorns and Princessess, and Gothica loved H.P. Lovecraft's work and shitty Vampire Romance Novels. In spite of their differences, they where inseparable. One day, they found an old, cracked bottle, and Gothica dropped it on the floor, in a puff of smoke, a Sikh man who spoke entirely in stereotypical Rap Slang (he was last released in the 90s) appeared. "What's poppin, my Homies, I'm tha Genie of tha Bottle, and I'll grant each of you Homies one wish each." Morgan wished to be Social media famous, Alice wished to be a Princess, and Gothica wished to be an Eldritch Abomination. Morgan gained 69,420,666 followers on Instagram, Alice became Princess of an obscure East Asian Country, and Gothica became an incomprehensible Eldritch Monstrosity. But, alas, as it always does in these stories, their wishes where their undoings: Morgan got into a scandal, lost her fame, and was homeless by 27, Alice and her new family where killed in a Communist Revolution, and Gothica was sealed away by the SCP Foundation.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Wall of Text
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
The Geometry Dash Beta Build

One day in Late 2012, a 16-year-old boy from Portugal received a file that RobTop accidentally leaked on his twitter named geometryjump.exe. 
The boy was a huge fan of Boomlings and decided to download and run the file. He was greeted with a title screen. The menu was similar to the one in the final game but was lacking 4 of the 7 levels that made it into the final version and there was a level called Ultimate Destruction. It also lacked the icon kit as the default icon was the only one programmed in at this point. It was very similar to the finished geometry dash, gameplay wise, and the boy found it fun. 
That is until on attempt 60, things started to change. For one the music became louder and higher pitched as the attempts go on, and the level became much harder (top 15 difficulty today) and laggier. Objects like hanging people, scary images, and flickering lights started to show up. Suddenly, at attempt 100, The power in the village the player lives in went completely out, but the computer was still getting power somehow. The player tried to call for help, but everyone was asleep, and his soundproof door was locked by his parents. So, he continued playing. 
Around Attempt 125, His icon started changing colors rapidly, and then on attempt 150, the icon changed to the players face. Lots of more scary things happened, like the player computer getting viruses and the monitor started floating. 
This was until the player failed at attempt 201 when the game started to omit certain color patterns of weird colors that gave the player multiple strokes and seizures. The next morning, the player was found dead at his computer desk while the game was laughing manically. The mother of the player discovered this and quickly unplugged the computer. Ironically, Stereo Madness was playing at the players funeral.
The mother, who was a Jounalist, decided to write this story into the local newspaper. The story made it to newspapers and news channels all over Europe. When RobTop discovered this, he quickly removed Ultimate Destruction from the game and replaced it with the Level 5 we all know and love.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Vidya games
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
The Ghost

Chapter 1: There was a ghost.
Chapter 2: Jhon went to a building. He heard a whisper behind him. It was a ghost.
Chapter 3: Jhon was very scared so he truned round. A gasp of pure fear escaped him. It was a ghost.
Chapter 4: Jhon was very scared so he truned round again.
Chapter 5: Jhon was very scared so he truned round and ran...
straight into the ghost (since he'd truned round three times)
Chapter 6: Jhon was eaten by the ghost.
Chapter 6.5: Jhon was ejaculated out of the ghost's arse.
Chapter 7: Jhon was very scared and covered in siht so he truned round and ran.
Chapter 8: Jhon reached a stall selling dead batteries. These batteries were given out free of charge, so he just took a few and while the ghost was chasing him he created a circuit using these batteries and a light bulb (don't ask me where that came from). The ghost was getting closer! OH SIHHT! So Jhon completed the circuit and as the ghost came closer and passed it it got electrocuted! But Jhon was electrocuted too. As he died, Jhon was very scared so he truned round and saw that he WAS the ghost!!! He had been the ghost all along! He was dead! Jhon was very scared of this so he truned round doing wheelies.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Ghoooosts
Category:Overused Running Gag
Category:That just raises more questions!
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Shortpasta
The Ghost...

There once was a man, named Gold Roger; he was executed for piracy, and being the king of it. He was the Pirate King!
"You want my treasure? Well you can have it! I left everything I own, in One Piece! Now you just have to find it!"
And with those words, a new era of piracy began! Find the One Piece!
Well, you might have heard this - from the famous Anime (and the best) 'One Piece'.
Well, this isn't the full story!
Basically, before he died, a slight milisecond before, he said something, and his eyes became black like terror.
"Ghooooossstttt."
Well, that is the secret.
Good luck unlocking what this means!
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Trollpasta
Category:TELAVISHUN
Category:Ghoooosts
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
The Ghost Hand

Hello. My name is Steven. This story is all true, I swear. I have learned about Creepypasta in the last month and I decided to type about something which happened to me and my brother a few years back. Me, my brother and some friends were in the basement with the lights out, just goofing around. Then, my brother thought he saw something moving, and it wasn't one of us.
We quickly ran for the nearest room, a storage place with some small windows. We closed the door and turned on the lights. We each took turns looking out the window. When it was my turn, I almost panicked. I saw a floating, grey, ghost hand. I blinked and it was gone. I told everyone what I saw and they became scared.
Soon my brother, Thomas, ran to the other side of the basement and turned on the lights, but this story isn't over. We soon went back in the basement with a neighbor. The neighbor told us to close our eyes. I didn't and I sort - of wish I did now. The people there said that they were at a house, which was owned by the hand. Seemed pretty decent. Seemed. He always seemed to hate a neighbor though. After a while, he actually admitted that he love a girl who lived next door.
Did we let them marry? Yes. Do I regret that. Also yes. So we gave wedding gifts and all that stuff. I gave the hand some nuts and bolts and a toy lightsaber (the lightsaber not important, the screws and stuff are). At school I met with another girl, one who claimed to have visions.
I asked her what she saw and what she said horrified me. Ruby (her name) said that she saw a portrait of a girl. Then it melted into blood. I immediately stopped the wedding. Soon we hardly visited the basement. One day when I went down there, I saw my nuts and bolts which I gave to the hand. They were arranged in the formation of a machine gun...
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Ghoooosts
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
The Ghost In The Third Stall

Once, when I worked for McDonald's, there were reports of screaming coming from the third stall in the unisex bathroom. People were scared so much by the screaming, we even found an uneaten Big Mac! I was told by the manager, Mr. I. P. Seaman, to investigate in the middle of the night. I brought with me a flashlight, an assault rifle, and some snacks in case I got hungry. Anyway, I walked into the unisex bathroom and standing in front of me, was the Ghost of The Third Stall. He was floating about half a metre off the ground, and wore rags. He started screaming like a banshee. So I said to him, "Were you a drill sergeant when you were alive, because you have my privates standing at attention."  
The ghost never bothered us again.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:English Class Failure
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Shortpasta
The Ghost Plant

I've watched my friends swallow ghosts.
That's right. They are the eaters of the dead. They conjure these lost souls by using the Ghost Plant. They set it on fire, and out comes a spewky ghost, which they inhale through a glass tube.
But they never become ghosts because after a few seconds, they exhale. The ghost is too much for them. It makes them cough. It makes them so spewkd they can't move for hours.
I feel terrible for them. What could drive them to do something so dangerous? Something so... spewky?
I had to find out. I had to try it. Just once. I told my friends that I wanted to join them in their ritual.
"You're finally down? Fuck yeah, man! Let's blaze it!"
He handed me the strange glass tube. The plant was ground up and placed in a small bowl attached to the device. My friend Skeletodd lit it for me.
"Keep inhaling, man! Don't stop!"
Once the chamber was filled with ghost, he pulled the bowl out of the tube.
"CLEAR THE CHAMBER! DO IT, YOU PUSSY!"
With all my might, I sucked out every last bit of ghost.
"DON'T EXHALE! HOLD IT IN! HOLD IT IN!"
I held it in. And then I held it in some more. And some more.
"Okay, that's plenty. Now breathe out."
I exhaled as hard as I could.
But nothing came out.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" said Skeletodd.
"What are you talking about? Did I do something wrong?"
"No... not at all... I can't believe it... you ghosted your first bong hit. That's insane!"
Ghosted.
I shit you not, that's what he said.
Ghosted.
I am become ghost
BOO!
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Ghoooosts
Category:SMOKE WEED ERRYDAY
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
The Ghost Town in My Office

Hey guys,
This is a true story, even if it might sound unbelievable from time to time.
Well first of, let me tell you about my situation:
Recently people in my family have had some big and expensive health issues and since I don't have any insurance, I decided to quit my old job and started working as an office mail man.
The job sucks but I do get free healthcare, so I don't mind.
Anyway, recently I've noticed strange letters coming up, addressed to a certain "Pepe Silvia". At first I didn't think anything of it. I collected all the letters that came in before 12 o clock that day and went up to Pepe's office.
To my shock I had to find out, that there was no pepe silvia to be found.
The man did not exist.
So I decided to dig a little deeper and went to Carrol in HR. I knocked on the door, but nobody opened. Then I realised, there was no carol in HR.
Now it dawned on me: half the people in this company are made up. This office was a god damn ghost town!!!
Then I dieded
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Ghoooosts
Category:Im died
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
The Ghost Train to Hades

There is a sppoky train that runs behind my house each night late at night when its dark and scary. The crazy part is that the track is old and overgrown and abadanded. So how can they train run? Well last night i snuck out of the house and waited for it. Turns out it is a zombie ghost train made out of bones! It stopped when it saw me and waited for me to get on. So i did because maybe i can post this shit on instagram or whatever. The train took me to the next town and when i got off everythin looked normal but with one hoorifying diffreince. All the poeple of the town were skeletons. looking thru windows i see skeletons asleep in their beds. At the bar I saw skeletons stumbling arounfd drunk af. i would try talking to them and they would just turn to me and their teeth would chatter but no voice came out. i was trapped in some crazy altrnate world where evertyhing is the same except skeelton! Then my alarm woke up and everytiong was normal again and i was so releived. Until I wen tto the bathroom and looked in the mirror. You will never gets the shocking twist! It turns out i was the skelton the whole time.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Skeletons
Category:Ghoooosts
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
The Ghost Who Got Scared

I was sitting around watching survivor past seasons because I'm trying to learn how to live and I dozed off. I woke up in a dark room but I saw a figure in the dark. I also thought man this case of beer was rough it's time to hit the bathroom. So I just walked past the dark figure I went n relieved myself I came back in and it's still standing there. I was dumfounded my dog who is on the violent side was just laying on her half the bed sleeping like nothing was happening here. I called her name and she wouldn't wake up so I knew I was in a supernatural place. Thanks to a Redditor who asked I didn't name him I followed his survival advice I dropped my drawers and assumed a menacing stance slapping myself while reciting ancient made up shit. The ghost left it was clearly outmatched and I went back to bed.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Ghoooosts
Category:Wall of Text
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta