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I Thought You Liked the Dark...

Hello.
If you are reading this, you must be interested in reading something better than usual. Well, that's too bad, because this will be cut short if I am right about that thing in the dark.
Ah, but you're probably wondering what this is about, aren't you? I'll tell you what it's about. That factory, that's what!
That factory is the bane of my existence, always staring me in the face, holding in its secrets. I always wanted to go in but every time I decided to go, my brain told me otherwise. One day, I ignored what I thought deep in my brain and gathered some friends. That day, we gathered outside the factory, mustered our strength, and stepped inside. It was badly vandalized by teenagers. I thought it was strange that many of them weren't even halfway done, their drawings just abandoned by their writers. I found some spray cans that weren't even opened.
My one friend stopped suddenly and said that it was too dark, to which my other friend replied, "I thought you liked the dark." Not another word was spoken until we reached the assembly line. The friend that stopped earlier suddenly stopped again, stared at a dark tunnel that the conveyor belt ran through, and suddenly ran back to the entrance. My other friend yelled back, "SISSY!" which was very unlike him, as he was usually a kind individual.
As I stared at the tunnel more intently, I suddenly heard footsteps running away and I thought I saw something move.
My remaining friend said, "What was that?"
I said it was nothing and we moved on to the executive offices where my friend said he felt something brush past him. Somehow, I found a lamp that worked still and turned it on. What I saw horrified me. My friend that ran was dangling from the ceiling split open so his entrails could hang out freely. That wasn't all though. I nearly barfed when I saw him blink. I turned to my friend who had vanished as well. I ran out into the hallway calling his name. I turned on another miraculously working light and saw IT. It was a tall, grotesque figure that seemed to have millions of arms sewn onto it, presumably the arms of all the workers. The thing's face was similar to that of the manager's face, only with its eyes gouged out. It had my friend on its back, where the majority of the arms were. It was tearing him to pieces. That was all I saw before the light bulb shattered. I ran and I ran until I could run no more. The door was shut when I got to the entrance, and it was night-time. I collapsed, defeated.
And that's why I'm here, typing this on my laptop until morning.
Oh no, I hear something, I'm going to scream...
The thing is reading my thoughts, it just said "What's the matter, I thought you liked the dark..."
Oh no, this is bad, I might...
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I Took A Poopoo on The Moon

Hello my name is Jake and I'm going to tell you something that happend too me, no this isn't going too be that "One day I went to a garage sale and bought a haunted game" horseshit. You see I live in New York and I always stare at the moon, it's bright white and the shape of a sphere It puts me too sleep all the time, But one day I noticed on the TV that an astronaut was going to the moon. I was really excited! I went straight too NASA and asked them If I can go with Ron Maro. I did and I hopped like a 5 year old too the spaceship. Then other shit happened like Ron passing "ASS"troids". I then saw the moon, man it looks 10 times more beautiful then in Earth. Then without Ron looking, I pulled down my pants and stretched my asscheeks wide and took A BIG STEAMING PILE OF SHIT that turned the once white Moon into a steaming pile of shit. Then Ron looked at me and said "What the fuck was that for!?" before slipping in my shit. I then took a big fart on the moon and somehow waking the Moonapolis people but then since I took an even more pile of shit Moonapolis turned too Poopnapolis. I then used the spaceship and headed home. That night I looked at the shit absorbed moon, blood... I mean shit dripping down its beauty and when I looked at 1989 Moon Landings, Drinking Pumpkin Eggnog I said too myself
I took a poopoo on the Moon!
The End.
==Epilogue==
You might be asking "Wat da fuck did i just reed!?!??!/" well to answer all your questions, It's FUCK LOGIC!
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I Used to be a Death Grips Fan

On a sunny afternoon I was browsing the internet when all of a sudden a pop-up appeared on the page. This I thought was weird because I had an ad blocker extension and ads and pop-ups were not supposed to appear while going through websites. Anyway, the pop-up had a black background and a single link. Out of curiosity I clicked on the link and it redirected to another website. The website had some text above that read "Click download below to get access to Death Grips Year of The Snitch album for absolutely free!" This was odd because the new Death Grips album hasn't been released yet, but me being a radical Death Grips fan getting there new album early and free was just a dream come true. I clicked the big button that read download a file began to download.
When the file finished downloading I extracted the zip file to my desktop. In the folder there was a single video. I clicked on it the video had what appeared to be a still frame photo of MC Ride staring into the camera smiling and laughing. In the background  the song "Get Got" was playing in reverse on a loop. After about five minutes of watching I got bored so I closed the video. However, the video wouldn't close. No matter how hard I tried the video wouldn't close. The video was starting to become more demonic. The music in the background was getting louder and you can also hear of what sounded to be MC Ride yelling and screaming and shouting certain phrases. After many failed attempts at closing the video I decided turning off my laptop, but that didn't work either. Out of rage and fear I slammed my laptop on the ground I got out a baseball bat and started hitting hit over and over again. After I was done I picked up the destroyed laptop and threw it in the trash.
The next day I have been becoming extremely paranoid and having nightmares. Today I just experienced the most scariest moment of my life. I was going back up to my room after getting something to eat my laptop was open and laying on my desk. How in the frick could this be possible? I just destroyed my laptop and now it's just sitting hear completely fine. I logged onto my laptop the folder and the video was no longer there. However, there was a text file that was added. I clicked on the text file and could not believe what I saw. There was a single phrase that was written it read "Someone Snitched...".
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Category:WHAT A TWIST!
I Want My Baby Back: A Love Poem by Jimmy Cross

I want my baby back! Gotta have my baby back! I miss her oh so much! Can't live without her touch!
I don't hardly know where to begin. I remember, we were cruising home from the Beatles concert. I'd had such a wonderful evening sitting there watching my baby screaming and tearing her hair out, and carrying on. She was so full of life. Then, well, we were about three miles from home when I see this stalled car right smack in front of me. Well, I wasn't about to slam on the brakes 'cause I didn't have none to start with. So I swerved to the left, and what do I see? Some mushhead on a motorcycle headin' right at us! And I knew at last, that me and my baby were about to meet the leader of the pack.
Well, when I come to, I looked around, and there was the leader, and there was the pack. And over there was my baby. And over THERE was my baby. And WAY OVER THERE was my baby.
I want my baby back! Gotta have my baby back! I miss her oh so much! Can't live without her touch!
It's been many months now since that fateful night, and you know something? I've tried. Believe me, I have tried, but I just can't make it without my baby. So, I've decided that I'm going to have her back one way or another! OH BABY I DIG YOU SO MUCH! HOT DANG! PAY DIRT!
(opens up coffin of dead girlfriend and crawls inside of it to have sex)
I've got my baby back! Now I've got my baby back! I love her oh so much! Can't live without her touch! I've got my baby back...
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I Want a Divorce

Honestly. Sometimes I think you only married me for the free airfare.
I'm glad you love traveling. I love traveling. I wouldn't have gotten my pilot's license if I didn't. And I'm thrilled that you want to come with me on all my flights, even the long boring ones. But do we have to tour the halfway houses and mental institutions of every city? I don't know what you see in them, particularly since you never seem to get past the front desk. I was pretty embarrassed the first time you asked to see the holder of something or other, even more embarrassed when they had to call security to get you to leave.
Don't act like you don't remember! They got four men to haul you away, kicking and screaming, while I followed behind apologizing for you! And then, when you'd finally calmed down you had the gall to yell at me for "getting in the way" and "distracting you." You invited me along, and I don't care if you only did it because I wanted to be involved in your hobbies. Oh yes, you remember now, don't you? Maybe you also remember why I stopped coming.
Oh, and the time I convinced you to go out clubbing with me instead, that was rich. You slumped against the wall like a sullen teenager at prom and then went over to bother the DJ. And I'm sorry that he didn't have anything by your favorite singer, but there was no reason to cause a scene. I mean, I've never even heard of The Holder of Repose. What is he, some kind of rapper? I'm sick of you ruining our nights out and driving away all our friends. Even Daniel got tired of your bullshit, and he's been your friend since high school. And stop stroking that cat and telling me Daniel's still with us, because you look like an idiot doing it.
Stop crying. I'm not going to talk to you if you'll just cry and make a fuss.
No, this is not about sex. I don't care about your accident, though I wish you'd tell me the truth about how it happened. (I absolutely refuse to believe that a monk would do something like that, regardless of what you'd said to him.)
Though since you bring it up, I was never a fan of the way you made me call you "Seeker" and put up all those puzzles on the way to the bedroom. I wish I'd known how kinky you were when we started dating. Calling me the "Holder of Poontang" was just crude. And I wasn't exactly amused when you called me "Salmacis," either. I won't ask if you're having an affair with this Salmacis woman. There are frankly some things I just don't want to know.
Lord knows I've tried to make this marriage work, but my patience has run dry. You heard me, my patience has- what? Jim? You mean Jim who runs the auto parts store down the block? What does he have to do with this? God, I can't even talk to you anymore! I've brought the divorce papers, and I want you to sign them. Yes, today. The sooner the better.
You will? Good. Let's get this over with- thank you. I'll add my signature and-
Damn, the ink's gone dry. Can I borrow your pen?
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I Was A Teenage Gary (Original Version)

If you are a fan of SpongeBob SquarePants, then you likely know about the episode "I Was A Teenage Gary". It centers around SpongeBob getting injected by a snail plasma and turning into a snail himself. But, however, there was an early version of the episode that never made it onto TV.
You see, later on in the episode, Squidward gets injected with the snail plasma, and then it transitions to Squidward being a snail. This is where the controversy begins. It is rumored that originally, Squidward's transformation was going to be shown. Many people say that it aired one time and still airs in Poland to this day.
Wrong. It never aired ONCE, though during the test screening, the scene was shown. In fact, the ENTIRE EPISODE was different.
The original version of the episode went normally at first, though SpongeBob says "I hope that my neighbor who's a son of a bitch (Squidward) doesn't fuck up Gary" to Patrick while he is leaving his house. This is where the differences come in.
First, vulgar language was used during the episode. All examples were cut out. Anyways, back to the episode. When Squidward neglects to feed Gary, the time card is not shown, but rather a timelapse of Gary getting sick. Eventually, we see the final result when Squidward looks at Gary through the window: Gary is pale, drooling, and bruised. He has a large hole in his shell and a scar on his legs.
Nothing weird happens until the scene where SpongeBob tells Squidward to give Gary the plasma. Squidward refuses multiple times, and both of them get into a fight. Gary later drinks the water, and he is back to normal, which ends the two's fight. However, for revenge, Squidward stabs SpongeBob's nose with the syringe, ripping it off. Blood begins to come out, and by the time all blood is gone, SpongeBob is pale. SpongeBob tries to yell, but instead, he ends up saying "get the fuck out of my houuusseee!", due to his blood loss.
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I Was In a Fighting Tournament on an Alien Planet

So I was smoking a fat ass J and smoking meth and eating acid tab's like m&m's, you know like a totally chill evening at home with my friend Jimithy when some crazy chick in a sports bra and yoga shorts kicks in my door. I'm all like wtf dude that's my dads front door and you broke it. Well, I don't actually say that because I'm tripping balls off some DXM I took earlier and I'm not really in any shape to talk.
So the chick is all like "you need to come with me, the universe depends on it." So Jimithy helps me up because again, I'm in no shape to do much of anything and we go out front where there is a portal on my front lawn. We step through it and bam, we are teleported to a ring surrounded with weird looking people, some of them are green or blue, some have 4 arms.
So the crazy lady is all like, "you have to fight for the fate of mankind or they are going to destroy our universe." I drool out an "ok," and Jimithy helps me into the ring. My first opponent is some angry looking blue dude with 4 arms. He kicks me once in the head and my head flies off and I die immediately.
That was 10 minutes ago. I don't even know how I'm typing this right now. Like I don't have a head, and I'm still trippin' so effing harddddd and my dads gonna be home in like a half hour. How to get unhigh... wait this isn't google.
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I Was Never Happy

It seems as if the entire world has a blanket over it, blocking from sunlight, blocking from love, blocking from pain. I cannot feel pain right now and I must hurt myself. I had always been a good kidwhy was this happening to me now? Every night for the past week or so I let tears fly down my face and cheekbones in sorrow. The grief gradually became unbearable. So now I am writing.
"Take my hand. I'll show you how to live life," she said as I stepped out of a Publix store. I looked to my left to see a fine girl staring at me. She had brown eyes, but they weren't casualshe seemed to make them actually look good. I didn't even know her.
"Well then, what would your name be?" I said under fear of who she was.
"I'm Elizabeth, and unless you want me to call you Mr. Handsome, could you tell me your name?"
She seemed nice and romantic. From that day on we had a very meaningful relationship for just 16 year-olds. We were both very mature and smart, so we got along easily. Until one day she destroyed my heartbut she literally destroyed hers.
She was 17 and she killed herself as I was inside of her house. I saw as she rose up her gun and pulled the trigger at her chest. I screamed across the room.
I can't talk about it much. It makes me sick to my stomach. I loved her.
At night I try to pray to her. I remember one of my prayers by heart, I think it's memorable forever:
"That second date you said you'd be there. You'd be there for every mistake I made. For every death in my family. You were family. You died. But you weren't there. Come back to Earth... you could be happy. I was never happy from when you killed yourself. Why did you kill yourself? You didn't leave a note, or a sign. Why did you leave? I'm not happy now. You could be with me."
But she did come back to Earth. In spirit form--but something went wrong under the process. She had came into me.
I constantly had dreams of being in a room of mirrors, and I looked hideous. I looked like a beast.
I slowly grew into a mentally unstable state. It was terrible.
Your ghost is inside me. You'll see soon.
She's back, but I was never happy.
"I can tell, you're not happy now."
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I Was a Library Experimentation

It all started when I was boozed and discussing accounts cases with Jack. "Let's call Olivia" he grumbled. Olivia was a coworker, and he was riding her. The clown licked me and watched as we went away.
"What is that?" he said, glancing at it. "Oh god, that is my Grandson", I explained. Blood exploded from somewhere specific. With a smile and a few flashlights, I tried to tell them about the two crazy guys upstairs. I began investigating outside, but Olivia morphed towards me. Before I could speak, Dr. Waffles grabbed my face and began to unravel it.
"C'mon", I said. "That was definitely not cool". I turned towards the floor as I thought about the weather, and then screeched. On the floor was a library. "This seems completely scientific" he said, gesturing toward it. He smiled brightly, and then flicked my heart monitor. This woman saw my grandson and screamed. Olivia wept by the walls and she died with a look of nauseating desperation on her feet. Fifty-thousand small wooden children appeared in the kitchen.
"What is happening?" Emily asked. Emily was my neighbor and she had come from the ceiling. "I don't really have a life" I replied. She got pregnant and then looked around the room. "I think it's an illustration of a gruesome scene in Alabama".
In the middle of the night, I was surprised to find that our local radio station was still up and running. They were saying that everyone with a pig was going to hurt very badly because the pigs were floating outside with a bioluminescent glow. I looked out of the garage door and there were many megawatts of corpse pigs screaming epic threats at me. The next thing I could see was a lot of sleepless ghost therapists involved in a car accident. This wasn't fine. I began to sprint toward the smell of rotting pumpkin, when the clown prodded my ear and suddenly dropped his cigarette. "Why are you using my radio? " he grumbled.
"I love you " I said. There was nothing more sentimental to do. Something absurdly troubling squeezed by our seventeen-thousand-and six-children, and I screamed. It was finally over.
Forty-three months later, I was halfway to the library when a large sycamore tree with bad sweaty nostrils shut off my path. "I am here to talk " the voice choked. "Yeah? How much for?" I demanded. "I suppose it would take some years" the tree said. I didn't want to talk for that long, so I dove right in the door and entered a room. Eventually I could recognize it was a library, but there was no escape.
Several gggggggggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaauuuuuuuughhhhh tentacle tongues smashed towards me in a mass. I tried to protest and tumble backwards but there was nothing more I could do. The police arrived later, and said something along the lines of "what is happening?". Fearful, and secretly enjoying it, I tried to shout to the library, but the library dismissed me. Experiencing death, I eventually died...
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I Was an Intern

Once upon a time, I was an intern at Intern Co. Inc. We specialized in hiring interns to do intern things, at intern salaries. Common tasks included cleaning the toilet, being called in the backroom to be yelled at by the boss, and jacking off to Jeff the Killer porn (praise be unto him?). So anyway I was working in the intern shack of the intern wing of the intern building when I got a VHS tape suspiciously labeled 'the lost episode of The Interns'. I turned it on and there was an intern. He was killed by another intern. Highly realistic gore flew everywhere. Then the killer said "I will be killing you next, (my name here)." I was scared. I left my job. Now I drive a truck.
I am typing this from a Denny's.
P.S. You're Going to Eat Here Next
The End.
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