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Irene Commits Suicide

Hello everyone. My name is Ann. I am 15 and for 10 years I loves Bluey. That is, until I watched this.
So, I bought it at Goodwill. Instead of a CD, it was a USB flash drive. It had the words "Irene Commits Suicide" written kind of eerily with a Sharpie™. Out of stupid curiosity, I watched it. Boy, was I in for a surprise
The theme song was playing kind of deep-sounding and staticy, and Bluey and Irene were the only ones dancing. But then Irene kind of glitched out of the scene and eventually, Bluey was the only one. Then Irene called out "Bluey!!!" at the end. But, more like she was calling for help then saying the title of the show. I was getting scared. Then, after 5 seconds of static, the title appeared. And then Irene said, sounding like a robot, "This episode is called Irene Commits Suicide...." So, at the beginning, Irene and Mia were in Bluey's house. It was night. Then Mia whispered in Bluey's ear, "Go kill Bluey, and then commit suicide" But then Irene questions Mia about this and then Mia says "Because you don't deserve to live!!!!" Irene was really upset, but she went and stabbed Bluey in the head. Then Bluey fell face first, but you could see her frothing a ton of blood in an uncartoonish way. Then, Irene said "My life will soon be over...." Then she grabs 2 knives from the kitchen. Then she runs to a field and stabs herself in the lungs.
I could see the blood flowing from her breasts. I could see her frothing 2 tons of blood. And, I could see her pure white eyes. Then it cut to static for 1 minute before it went to black. Then the credits proceeded normally. But the copyright said ©Ludo Studios, 1900. Which is strange, considering that Bluey was very new for 2016.
That night, I had a dream. Irene, who looks EXACTLY like in the episode, with her breasts stitched and blood flowing from her mouth, said "Why did you watch my suicide?! Why didn't you WATCH SOMETHING ELSE?! Okay, nevermind, you w i l l d I e" Luckily, i woke up
One last thing: If you see a USB flash drive that says "Irene Commits Suicide", DO NOT WATCH IT.
Seriously, stay away from that video.
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Lost Episodes
Category:Cliche Madness
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Iron Gates

Basically when they build a suburb first they put in the roads and the plumbing then the electrical wires then they sell the houses. With Iron Gates they finished the roads and plumbing when they realised there are some native animals there which can only be found there. So they stopped construction.
Legend says one person built a house there.
Also the day that this happened was boiling hot.
==The boiled pasta==
Basically at the front of Iron Gates its blocked off by an iron gate (go figure) and when I visited Evan's Head once (next to Iron Gates) my friend said that theres a place called Iron Gates and said that someone built a house there. So we decided to check it out. When we got there we got over the iron gate by throwing our bikes over and slipping through a hole (or in that instance sliding a skateboard under) and when we got in there the road was perfectly smooth.
So we drove down the road and there was like trees grass etc all the way up to the curb. Anyway we got up to the first roundabout and it had 2 roads going off and a dirt path and my friend started going up the dirt path and I asked why and he said since the mans house is up there.
Anyway we went up the path and out of the corner of my eye I saw a small part of a house through the trees. We kept on walking and saw the house. It was a 2 story house with ,the usual creepy story thing, 1 window with the curtains flapping out through it a bit. Also I forgot to mention this basically his friend is an idiot.
We where looking at the house and there was this old coke machine at the front of it and me and my friend really wanted to have one then I saw a silver thing out the window. I already said this but basically if he went there alone my friend would go: uhh whats that pretty shiny thing? and then get his head blown off.
I realised that the guy was holding a shotgun and so I bolted and my friend followed with about a second or 2 delay and we just bolted out of there. Basically in evans head (its pretty small) theres like this kind of meeting place in the middle and we bolted there and told our friends and they said: "Did you know theres a haunted house in Evan's Head? Actually it's 2 streets away from your house..."
Basically thats where our teacher left it and I dont know about what happens with the haunted house. I should know within the next week.
==Disclaimer==
I asked the person who told me this if it was true and he said it was true except for 1 element and he wouldnt tell me which.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Old Shit
Iron Man's Quesadilla

Guys, I just have to relay this story to you.  One day, I was watching music. when I heard a faint rumbling noise from behind me.  Now, guys, this wasn't your ordinary rumbling noise, guys, this noise was like a BOOM sound, guys, it wasn't low, guys, it was like a plane flying really close to the ground, guys, so I turned around, guys, and saw Tony Stark in my living room.
This struck me as odd.  Tony Stark was obviously a fictional character.  What was he doing in my house?  That confused me.  This struck me as odd.  Why was I confused?  I'm confused.  Tony suddenly opened his mouth and started screaming "WHERE IS MY QUESADILLA?"  I was quite taken aback.  I had no idea Iron Man liked quesadillas.  Speaking of Iron Man, Tony's appearance was quite strange.  He was wearing the normal suit, but it had the number "666" written on it, in what appeared to be blood.  I thought nothing more of this, however, as Tony suddenly started screaming again.  He screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed.
He must really like quesadillas.
Just then, blood started running down his face.  I was quite freaked out.  I mean, Iron Man, a fictional character, is in my house and he is bleeding out of his eye sockets.  I thought nothing more of this, however, as Tony suddenly started to scream again.  I did what any normal person would do, and went to the nearest restaurant for a quesadilla.
When I finally got back home with the quesadilla, Iron Man appeared much differently.  Though there was still blood running down his face, his suit was now entirely black.  This confused me, as Iron Man's suit changed colors from red to black.  I was confused.
I didn't have any spare moments to dwell on my confusion, as Iron Man suddenly started to run towards the quesadilla I had in my hands.  Shrieking, I threw the quesadilla at Tony.  I underestimated my strength, however, and the quesadilla landed right in front of him.
At this moment, Tony was so angry.  I was barely able to snap this picture of him before he started charging at me.
Tony pulled a very sharp knife from the alternate dimension contained inside my living room and stabbed me with it.  I began to bleed the most realistic blood I've ever bled.
Tony then began to suck my blood.  As I felt the life drain out of me, I made my way over to my desktop computer to type this story.  As I type this, Tony is still drinking my blood.  I'm scared.  My arms have begun to feel like a tortilla, while my torso has taken on a grated cheese form.  My legs are slowly becoming chicken breasts.
Iron Man is turning me into a quesadilla.
Iron Man will turn everyone into quesadillas.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:TRUE STORY
Category:Im died
Category:Look at me! I'm SO EDGY!
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Irony

So, you like creepypasta?
Pokémon creepypasta?
I'm sure all of us have gone at least one night lying awake for fear of the creatures from our stories to lunge out of the dark in our sleep.
Have you rethought the Pokémon world, looked deeper into its depths, seen it for what it really is?
How many Pokémon have you released because of your fears?
This, in truth, is very controversial subject. Half of the Pokémon creepypastas out there have the theme of not leaving your Pokémon, not abandoning your friends. So, why, I ask, do you release your Pikachu because you read a 'pasta where one of its species went insane? Just because one is a psycho killer doesn't mean they all are. And anyways, there must have been a reason that the Pikachu went mad. After all, if it seems real enough for you to release your Pokémon, then it should be good enough to have a reason for the major events.
I wonder what that poor Pikachu you released thinks of all this? Released for no reason but your own irrational fears? Think about all the stories you've read. Could that not be fuel for it to seek revenge upon its former trainer? You're much better off keeping that innocent Pikachu than getting rid of it and risking doing the very thing you were trying to avoid in the first place.
Those Pichus you released? The Vaporeon you got rid of? The Vaporeon would definitely want revenge, or die of a broken heart. You had evolved it from an Eevee, brought it up, maybe even loved it for a time. Then, you gave it away for fear of encountering the situations you read in a story or saw in a picture. What a horrible way to end up.
What about that Growlithe? That Squirtle? The Charizard you traded away? Nearly every creepypasta centered around Pokémon tells you not to do what you are doing; abandoning your friends. It's more rational to fear a Rattata you released for no valid reason than the harmless, innocent little creature in your PC box.
Haven't you learned anything?
I know exactly what I would do, if I were one of these Pokémon. I would track down the trainer who had disowned me and -
Are those eyes over your shoulder?
No, I must be imagining things.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:THERY
Category:Pokemon
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Old Shit
Irrational decisions that lead to hardships. (Playing Sonic on my NES!)

One Day, I went to the flee market to purchase an NES to play Sonic.
I mean, that Hedgehog just gets my dick rock-hard..
Any how, I bought it and plugged it in, nearly cumming in my pants.
As I put in the game and started up the console, and went to the game screen.
I NOTICED SOME "THINGS."
The colors were fucked up.
Just.. Completely fucked up.
And there was just blood. EVERY WHERE.
"Turn back now," it said to me in a DEEP, DEMONIC VOICE.
Being the Genius that I am, I decided to IGNORE IT AND CONTINUE.
Yeah, I continued with the bloodied game.
And just DECIDED to dismiss it as a glitch.
I mean, there wasn't any thing strange going on, right?
Maybe it was "HACKED."
WHO FUCKING KNOWS?!
I continued and just saw blood.
And heard screaming.
'N' stuff.
PROBABLY JUST A GLITCH, right?
RIGHT?!
FUCKING RIGHT?!?>!?!?!?!!?!??!?!?!>W@W@W@>W<#@!>@<SW@@SW@S
Then, it was all. Like. Like.
Um.
Like, totally all, "I'M GONNA KILL YOU IN 7 DAYS."
AND THE RINGS AND TIME JUST DISPLAYED THE SAME NUMBER..
"666."
Creepy shit.
So, I went to a regular, retail store and got a new cartidge.
I put it in the console.
It worked just fine.
Until Seven Days later.
Now I'm fucked.
Created by 55555online.
Dedicated to all of the stupid writers who decide to dismiss their demonic gaming consoles/cartidges as glitches.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Sonic
Category:LONG ASS TITLE
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
Is SpongeBob making my son gay?

My 8-year-old son loves SpoongeBob and watches it regularly, and I've started to notice subliminal messaging in the episodes, especially the newer ones.
The title character, SpongBob, likes to "blow" bubbles with his other male friends. Gay men blow each other and sometimes themselves in groups and jerk off in large fields like the ones SpongeBop and his friends play in.
Spongebod's holes symbolize men's gaping anuses after they've had too much anal. Don't ask me why I know what a gaping anus looks like.
There's a female squirrel character who eats a lot of NUTS. In one episode they skin her body and wear her fur as a pelt, which tells children that women who enjoy nuts (male genitalia) will be skinned alive and worn by homosexuals like Songebob. Therefore women should become lesbians so they won't be skinned and worn as clothing.
Squidward is constantly berating SpongeBoat and telling him to leave him alone and that he hates him, but SploogeBomb continues to consider himself a friend of Squidward. This shows that Spongeballs is a masochist who gets off on this.
If anyone has anything to add on why Spongebo is gay and gay propaganda made by gay people to turn them gay then please comment below
may the force be with you
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Copypasta
Category:SpongeBob
Category:Satire
Category:Shortpasta
Category:THERY
Is This Real Life? Or Is It Just Fantasy?

I'd like to talk about a topic that has been in my mind since I was in this white room.
Now, think.
At sometime in your life, did you fall asleep and had no memory of waking up?
Now, if you did, think.
What if this life is just a dream?
Now, if you're saying, 'But I dream every night so I can't be dreaming!'
But... what if you're dreaming about dreams?
And in these dreams you're dreaming about dreaming dreams of dreams?
And if the dreams are dreams in dreams then we're dreaming about dreams?
And in these dreams are just dreams of dreams with dreams are dreams and dreaming dreams?
What if life is all a dream?
What if I'm just dreaming I'm writing about dreams with dreams inside of said dreams?
And if dreams are just dreams are just dreams where you're typing about dreams so you can explain to your dream-people that dreams are in fact just dreams and there is nothing to be worried about?
What if you're wrong about dreams being harmless?
What if dreams are in fact a torture device of the future and you're trapped inside forever with no way of getting out because you murdered president Obama?
What if your being born is just fake?
What if you being human is just fake?
What if you're actually an extra-dimensional demon from another universe?
Woah woah woah, we're straying from the topic here. We're talking about dreams in dreams about dreams outside of dreams yet somehow also in dreams themselves.
What if the government put you in here to control your life?
What if your actions are not your own decision to do them?
What is this place?
Dream or Real?
Is this real life? Or is this just fantasy?
Is this reality? Or is this just a dream?
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Dreams
Category:THERY
Category:That just raises more questions!
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
Is it true that when you die in your dreams you die in real life?

Yes, it's true. And how do I know? Because I was that girl.
Wait. I've missed a bit.
Hello everybody, my name is David. I like counting things and I have six toes on each foot. When I count things I use my feet because I can get to higher digits using my extra toes instead of using the fingers and thumbs on my hands. But that's enough about me. Well, it's almost enough, because I actually want to tell you about a scary dream I had that may or may not have ended in my death. Oh, and forget what I mentioned about my toes. It's not going to come up again and I'm quite sensitive about it.
"Goodnight, Barbara. I'm going to sleep now." I said one evening to my wife, Barbara.
"Goodnight, David. Be careful not to dream won't you, because I've heard that if you die in your dreams then you also die in real life and those are your only two options at not being dead."
"That sounds like absolute nonsense Barbara. It sounds like utter trash." I said to calm my wife, but truth be told, her words had caused an intense, ice like fear to grip the very core of my being.
If I died in my dreams, I would be fucked.
I lay my head down on my pillow the same way I did every night and eventually I drifted off into the dream realm. There, just like always, I was the spoon being used to eat the head of ice-cream Barbara Streisand. My dreams were categorically erotic, but this time, once ice-cream Barbara Streisand had been eaten, rather than waking up in a pool of my own filth, I was still a spoon. I looked up to see my daughter Janey putting me face down into the dishwasher.
"No Janey! Noo. I'll drown in the dishwasher and if I die in my dream I'll die out of my dream too!"
Janey simply replied "Knife and fork. Spoon to the moon."
Not thinking, I whipped upwards and slashed Janey's throat open and spooned out both of her eyes.
This is when I woke up with a sudden jolt.
"Thank god!" I said aloud. "I almost died in my dream."
Barbara was now sleeping in the bed beside me. I went to check on Janey in her room, still disturbed from what had happened.
"Sorry for slashing your throat open in my dream, Janey" I said as I slowly pushed open the bedroom door.
But, to my horror, I noticed that Janey wasn't sleeping, she was in fact dead! A giant spoon had been rammed straight through her head.
Ohhhh, shit.
It wasn't my dream. It was Janey's dream. That's why she had the massive spoon stuck through her head. Oh fuck.
So yeah, don't die in your dreams. Don't die when you're awake either because it works both ways.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Dreams
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Is this what you want? (Copypasta)

You really want to make me lose it and go alpha mode on you, don't you? Is that what you want? That's what you want isn't it? What I suppose you also want me to kiss you? What you want me to make out with you? Do you want me to pin you down and move my lips down to your neck and mark it? Do you want me to leave hickies on your thighs too?? Is that it?? Huh?? What do you want to have passionate, loving sex? That what you want? Do you want to fall in love and look into eachother's eyes, knowing you and I are the only people in one another's lives that truly understand the other? Do you want that sweet, intimate moment to last forever?? Hmm?? Do you want to slowly let my tongue enter your mouth while we explore eachother's bodies?? Huh?? Is that what you want?? Is that what you're trying to get out of me??
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Copypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Wall of Text
Category:Shortpasta
Isolation

I sit here in isolation
After the great strife, amongst all of the desolation
Should I be content for being spared? Or should I cry for being left here alone and despaired?
I am left only with my own thoughts
Having no reason to go on—as I sit near my wife's lifeless body whilst it rots
The governments are in shambles, serves them right
It's all their faults—thanks to them, my future is far from being bright
Every day is longer than the previous, as the bombs continue to drop
I wish that one would hit me, so that this nightmare, this state of isolation, can finally stop
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Morons Attempting Poetry
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
Israphel

It was a normal, creative day in Minecraft when I decided to create the "University of Minecraft". I had no mods or texture packs on, but I was in creative mode. So I decided to start and when I had finished, I had set up the "teachers":
1. An Enderman in a room made of Obsidian, so it couldn't teleport out of the room to "teach" enchanting and brewing.
2. A Zombie Pigman and a skeleton to "teach" combat.
3. A Creeper to "teach" on the basics of explosion.
4. A blaze to "teach" smelting.
When I had finished making the teachers, I decided to create my own enchanting area outside. I looked around and there it was, a spider jockey. I then tried to trap it in a container made of glass. The skeleton then died so I raged and blew things up with TNT.
It would appear that my bad luck didn't end there...
I flew towards my university and I noticed some craters I didn't make with TNT and all the "teachers" were outside, including the Enderman. The only save file left was the one I was playing on. I then went inside and there it was, a white faced creature with red eyes and a black mouth, his face was almost creeper-like, The next thing I saw was my game crashed, and my save file was lost due to corruption of the file.
When I got back on Minecraft a picture came up with the creature killing me and ripping my head off.
BEWARE FELLOW MINECRAFT PLAYERS.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Minecrap
Category:Im died
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
It's Always Watching Me

It was a normal Friday night.
I was walking my girlfriend, Audrey, home from the movies. We only live a block away, so it's cool.
Neither of us really started a conversation the whole time but by the time I thought to start one, we're already there.
"Well, this is it," I say. I didn't want her to go.
"I had a really great time tonight!" She says, smiling. I hug her, then I turn around.
After I turn around, I realize I need to give her back the binder I borrowed.
She's gone...
"What the hell?!" I say, so confused. I decide it's just my imagination. So I went home.
I get in some comfy clothes and lay down on my bed and watch some football. I lean over to grab something off the side of my bed.
But when I turn around.
Oh god...
It stares at me... Its eyes... Its horrible, HORRIBLE eyes...
I don't know what it is exactly, But it doesn't look friendly...
All I know... Is it haunts me... Every day, I see it in my DREAMS. I see it in my KITCHEN. I see it EVERYWHERE!
I keep telling myself it's just my imagination...
It's just my imagination...
It's just my imagination...
...
It's watching me everywhere.
Everywhere.
Everywhere.
Everywhere.
I am in danger... It's coming for me... I'm gonna die... I'M GONNA DIE.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Beings
Category:That just raises more questions!
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
It's Better Here

It had been a sunny day.
The day i embraced the Darkness.
I had done my homework, eaten, and gone to bed.
I woke up: the clock read 8:00 but it was still dark. I smiled and opened the window. Everything was a twisted mock-up of what it had been. I saw the sandbox, littered with shards of glass, pools of blood. the swings, rusty chains cracked with blood, razors underneath
i heard a shout of joy and a young boy jumped into a pile of leaves. he ran out laughing, thorns sticking out of his face and eyes, his arms a bloody mangled mess. I glanced over and yelled with joy as i saw my much hated father hanging from a tree. One eye was popped, the other impaled with innumerable pins.
It was better here, i thought, and ran downstairs to play. 
a box was on the counter, a note on top
it read:
the box opened to reveal a switchblade.
i smiled happily. was that all? it was so simple for so great a reward!
i reached in, grabbed the knife. opened my mouth, and began to cut...
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Look at me! I'm SO EDGY!
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta