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Hypercam3.exe

After a boring day of school, I came home, turned on my PC, and logged in. I opened Google Chrome and went to YouTube.
I noticed that my channel didn't have many good videos, so I went looking for Hypercam. Yes, I knew most bad videos were made from Hypercam, but I had a webcam and a mic.
When I was searching for a Hypercam download, I came across a program named "hypercam3.exe". I knew there was a Hypercam 2 already out, but this was unbelievable! I clicked on it with joy, bringing up what looked like an edited Hypercam 2 download wizard.
After installing the hypercam3.exe, it instantly opened. It looked just like Hypercam 2, but in the sound section there was an extra option called "Hellsound."
I clicked Hellsound.
I then opened up Sony Vegas, so that after recording, I could edit the video to make it better. Then I went to Hypercam3 and started to record.
Once I recorded, instead of a red box for the recording area, there was a blue box, a filled in blue box.
What the fuck? I thought to myself. How am I supposed to see with this damn blue box in my way? I stopped recording and looked at the options. I clicked the RedBox option, thinking it would be the one I was looking for, but no, it was exactly like the blue box!
Frustrated, I clicked play to see my video. The video wasn't shown, just these sentences:
He did not do what lord said.
Eels could shock him.
Leaves could cover him.
Leno the big one has passed.
I had no idea what any of those sentences meant, but I couldn't help but notice that the first letter of each sentence spelled "HELL."
Now that creeped me out a lot.
I closed the video player and went to Google. I went to record, but the moment I tried, my screen turned black.
I pressed every key on my computer, but nothing changed. I finally decided to restart my computer, but when I did, my main profile was deleted, replaced with a new profile named "Obey."
This scared me, but I clicked on the profile anyway. The desktop background was pitch black, and there were only two files; one named "Games," the other named "Die." I clicked Games, of course, but there was just a Hello Kitty dressup game. Nothing seemed off about the Hello Kitty game, so I closed it and opened Die.
It was just a picture of a dead man with blood everywhere.
My eyes filled with tears as I saw this. I exited out, then I saw that the picture had replaced the black desktop. I jumped back with shock and immediately shut down my computer.
Two weeks later, I opened my PC again and everything was back to normal. Hypercam3 was no were to be found.
Be careful what you download.
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Hypno'z Lulibizzle

Come lil' playaz, come wit mah ass
Safe n' aiiight yo ass ghon be
Away from yo' cribz, now let our crazy ass asses run
With Hypno, yo gonna have so much fun
Oh, lil' playaz, please don't bust up like a biatch
Hypno wouldn't hurt a gangbangin' fly
Be free, be free be free ta play
Come down up in mah cave wit me ta stay
Oh, lil' playaz, yo ass musn't leave mah ghetto
Yo crazy-ass crews fo' yo mothafuckin ass is ghon grieve
Their mindz will unravel all up in tha seams
Allowin me ta haunt they crack tripz
But surely, all of y'all must know
That it is time fo' you ta go
Oh, lil playz, you weren't def
Now yo asses shall stay wit me forever
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Hypnotize.avi

Three teenagers found a VHS tape in their trash can one night. They were curious to what was on it, so they took the tape inside, grabbed an old VCR from the closet in their parent's bedroom, hooked it up to a TV and watched.
The tape had trouble playing. After 12 tries the tape started.
The video starts with a test pattern, which quickly cuts to black for about six seconds. After that, occasional jumbles of color and static appear. At about the 12th second, an eye appears, which is described to be "empty of soul." The eye gets closer occasionally as the video goes on, along with black screens, and random jumbles of colors.
On the 43rd second, the eye appears with inverse colors and begins to move ever so closer. A beckoning hand appears on the 65th second, which switches to the inverse eye again, backing away.
A black screen appears one more time. The static that has covered the whole video mysteriously clears away, as the beckoning hand reaches out to you one more time, only to be followed by a piece of Russian text which roughly translates as "hypnotize". The tape ends.
Of the three teenagers, two committed suicide, and the other one gave the tape to paranormal investigators saying "Hypnotize" six times before passing out. The investigators privately uploaded the video to Rapidshare. The video was leaked to the general public, and since then, has vanished off of Rapidshare. The name of the video was Hypnotize.avi.
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I

I walked down the street. I saw a man. I was a little creeped out. I was creeped out because I walked in the middle of the night so I thought that I was the only one around here. I wasn't.  I saw that the man looked creepy. I would like to inform you that this was just my personal opinion. I considered a creepy moustache and a long hat to be creepy. I respect if you think otherwise. I, however, did not see a man with a long hat and moustache. I saw a man with a beard and short hat. I also think that that is creepy. I wore pants that day. I peed in those pants. I guess you are wondering why I peed in those pants. I have an explanation. I was scared and I pee in my pants when I'm scared. I got even more scared when I got killed by the man. I dieded.
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I'd Just Like to Interject for a Moment (Copypasta)

I'd just like to interject for a moment.
What you're referring to as my cock, is in fact, my cock and balls, or as I've recently taken to calling it, cock plus balls. The penis is not a genitourinary system unto itself, but rather another free component of a fully functioning set of reproductive organs made helpful by the testicles, prostate, and vital components comprising a full reproductive system as defined in The Bible.
Many cock users run a modified version of the reproductive system every day, without realizing it. Through a peculiar turn of events, the performance of my dick that is widely used today is often called 'tiny', and many of its users are not aware that it is basically the greatest thing since sliced bread, developed by God himself.
There really is a penis, and these people are using it, but it is just a part of the system they use. My schlong is the intromittent organ: the part of the system that allocates the cum. The cock is an essential part of a reproductive system, but useless by itself; it can only function in the context of a complete reproductive system. Cock is normally used in combination with the balls: the whole system is basically balls with cock added, or cock/balls. All the so-called cock distributions are really distributions of cock/balls!
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I'll Have Your Stomach

A few days ago I was driving home from my girlfriends house and a white car followed up to about 5 miles away from my house. I was creeped out by this but I let it slip my mind.
Two weeks have passed and I was at my fathers house, checking up on the cat and cleaning a bit. On my way home that same car followed me, all the way home but he drove past my driveway. I was relieved to see him drive past but as I went to unlock the door I saw the break lights on that car then reverse lights. I was gasping heavily but they just backed into an opposite driveway. A sigh of relief as I unlocked the door and went inside. Everyone was asleep. I went to my room and went to sleep. I awoke to the smell of eggs and bacon. "Mom you making breakfast!" there was no answer when I yelled downstairs I was a little scared then a voice "No, dad!" So I got downstairs, ate breakfast then went to do some errands.
It has been a while since I was followed, so I guess I'm safe. Wait. That car pulled into the driveway. I woke I guess that was just a nightmare I went to wake my sleeping parents when they didn't get up I pulled off the covers over them...they has no insides, just the body cavity. That white car is in the driveway, I tried to sleep when I did I smelled eggs and bacon. I didn't yell, I didn't eat I just went outside and went for a walk. I was gone for hours when I came back there was no white car. I sighed of relief.
Tonight I found a disturbing note, I destroyed it right after reading it. I don't remember much except the last line, it read: "You are not going to need to eat today because I'll have your stomach" I don't believe that, that white car is here though and my mom and Don are still laying dead, I don't know what will happen I just hope I have some time to say, if you're ever followed by this car here is how you stop what has happened to me youhdgft;?,;
Don't eat tonight because I'll have your stomach...I'm outside your house you may want to lock the door
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I'll never stop missing my hun

Not a day goes by that I don't miss my hun, Lyle. When we first met at a frat party at his Ivy League school, he gave me major Patrick Bateman vibes, which I found incredibly sexy. 5 years later, he was a yuppie working in Austin, while I slaved away on my master's thesis in Biological Anthropology and took care of our two doggies. One morning we were eating a scrumptious breakfast when Lyle turned to me and said in his dreamy voice, "Hun, if you ever tell anyone you're attending a state school, I will chop you up into little pieces and feed you to our adorable doggos."
"I'll never tell, hun" I said, trying not to cum at the table.
One night we were hosting a party at our apartment. We called it our 5th anniversary gala. My idiot sister was super wine drunk and let my secret slip.
"Hey Savannah how is UT Austin going?!?!" She thoughtlessly blurted out.
"Molly shut the fuck up!!!!" I whispered furiously.
Luckily the music was so loud that nobody else heard except Lyle and I, but he couldn't risk her blowing my cover like that again. Lyle pulled me aside and gently laid his hand on my shoulder.
He said sexily "I'm sorry Hun, your sister is nice and all, but I have a very classy reputation I need to uphold."
"I understand Hun," I said as I started to choke up. "Do it in the bedroom away from the guests. We'll tell them she got so wasted she passed out. I'm gonna come watch. If anyone asks about the screaming we'll tell them it was from passionate boning."
His smoldering eyes pierced my sternum. "You think of everything, hun."
He took his chainsaw from our bedroom closet. I couldn't look away. I'll miss my sister, but I'm not gonna lie I came about 20 times so it wasn't that bad. We made love for literally 5 hours afterwards.
I woke up the next morning looking forward to a bright new day, when I saw a horrific and sexy sight. My hun had belly flopped onto the chainsaw, which was sitting upright and was still on. He must've tripped over one of the puppers while getting out of bed. I nutted a few times and then sobbed for an hour.
I'll never stop missing my hun. That's why his sexy body can never leave our bedroom. He's my hun forever.
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I'm Addicted To Pressing My Fingertips Hard

I press my fingertips together hard over and over and over, and I feel intense pleasure, no pain. I squeeze and twist the fingertips and fingernails over and over and once I start I just can't stop. It feels like a mini orgasm in my fingertips. It feels sooo good and it produces some kind of physiological effect on me, because while doing it, and after, my demeanor completely changes and I think my heart rate slows down. I go into almost a stoned state similar to being a bit high on weed (the only drug I've ever tried and I only tried it once).
It's weird because pressing my fingertips makes me go into an emotionless state where I could never laugh or never react enthusiastically to anything (I temporarily become a zombie basically), I become slow mentally, and all I can think about and care about is continuing to press my fingers to get more pleasure. I basically become a slave to my fingertips. It's borderline debilitating tbh. But when I don't press, I both feel and act like a normal social person.
I press the sides of my fingernails and the top and corners and ends of my fingernails, and it's pleasurable on all my fingers. I think I can get a bit lightheaded, and once the feeling in my fingers begin to subside, my fingers feel "empty", they shake a bit, still buzzing with pleasure, and I have a strong urge to press them again. Sometimes I tap all my fingertips or fingernails hard against a table or hard surface repeatedly, savoring the vibrations traveling up my fingernails and fingers, taking in the intense pleasure.
I don't think this is a form of self-harm at all because I have no visible damage to my fingers. In fact, my nails look perfect unlike all the nailbiters out there. It's a strange type of addiction, where I feel no need to start pressing my fingers if it's a new day. But once I start pressing them, it's game over. I basically can't stop for the rest of the day.
I don't think it's masochism either, because it's pleasure I'm feeling, not pain. I don't enjoy pain otherwise. It's like getting high on a drug, but in this case the drug is attached to my body, and I have an unlimited supply.
As I'm writing this I'm pressing my fingers and I'm realizing that I'm a true addict. I'm such a fingertip junkie, why am I such a slave to my fingertips, why do I crave this pleasure in my fingertips? Why do my fingertips produce so much pleasure when pressed? I'm not addicted to anything else other than this (other than the internet).
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I'm Dead Copypasta

I'm dead 💀 (biologically speaking I am, in fact, alive. However, to emphasize how hilarious I found the comment just made, I made a hyperbolic statement saying that I was dead because it implies that I found the joke so funny I ceased to live. However, I am indeed alive and well so there is no need for you all to worry. I was simply employing the tactic of figurative language in order to better and more effectively communicate my message. Additionally, using slang and sayings commonly employed by the youth has made my message more understandable and reachable by the younger generation, many of whom are in this chat. For example, I could have said "that joke was a real knee slapper". This would have made sense to some of the older people in this chat as knee slapping used to be a sign of hilarity. However, in this digital age in which we now live, knee slapping is not as common and many of today's youth may not understand the reference. I therefore made my message more understandable to younger people through my use of simple, easily understood slang. I hope this clears everything up, and I appreciate any concern that I was actually dead. I can assure you I am alive and well.)
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I'm Definitely a Rick

If I had to pick a Rick and Morty character that I'm most similar to, I'm definitely a Rick. Not a Citadel of Ricks one either, I'd be Rick C-137 because like him I'm a lone wolf. I find it hard to make friends when everyone around me is an idiot! Muck like Rick's situation, it's seriously so annoying going through life while everyone else is so SLOW. My intelligence is a gift and a curse; I have already unlocked secrets and levels of knowledge you could only dream of attaining, but alas, I am fated to carry the weight of knowledge alone.
When I'm waiting for people to catch up to my intelligence I often explore other dimensions in my mind. I open up portals and catalog the dimension's qualities. Within 10 seconds from entering a room I will have 20 dimensions picked out and on standby in case I need to escape
I've already seen more and done more in my 29 years than you'll do in your entire life. You are all ants to me, and I am a god.
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I'm Everywhere

I am everywhere. I'm in the closet, under the bed, in the carpet, all throughout your house. I walk along your house floors, dirtying them with my limbs. Your food? I walk all over it. Your bathtub? I'm in it as well. Your bed? Of course. I'm always watching, and I'm everywhere you go. There is no place too small for me, to follow you in to. You cannot escape the minuscule sound of my legs treading throughout your hallways, forever watching and waiting. I've been around forever, and I shall continue to live on. For there is not just I, there are many. We are always there, no matter what you do; you cannot escape.
I am a house Centipede.
I am everywhere.
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I'm Glad I Didn't Move Into That Haunted House.

Last year I went to look at a place to move into. But as the landlord came to greet me, I looked up at one of the windows. And saw the scary ghost of a girl in it. She and I looked at each other. Then she just slowly shook her head "no". So I got in my car and drove away. And that's the end of the story.
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I'm No Human

I'm no human.
I have no eyes.
I have no heart.
I have no skin,
Nor any bones,
I'm different; I'm... your worst nightmare. I'm the one that is that image that keeps you awake at night. I'm the one that turns your nightmares into reality. I'm the one who does you harm.
I'm no human I tell you.
No question shall be asked.
I'm the one who eats at your soul, as you slowly start to lose your own sanity.
You see, someday you all will be just like me. You humans, you disgust me; with your emotions, your voices, just everything you do. 
I love to see the look on your face when you wake up from me, (your nightmares). I'll always be with you. You have me, be thankful. No, no; hiding under the blankets can't save you, I can see you, I can hear your heart beat.
I know what you're thinking at this very moment, "This can't be real." Newsflash... nothing's real. I mean, what if you were just like me? What if you're actually dead, and you just don't know it? What if everyone around you is imaginary?... I just want to see you all suffer. I want you all to feel the pain.
You all think I'm a joke?
You do, don't you?
I'm not a joke.
I'll promise you that.
I'm the one who lives inside your home, I'm the unexplained creaks and popping noises. 
I'm the one who makes everything bad to you happen.
You humans, you don't make sense to me; Why do you like living? All you do is die, life is too hard, Why live it?
That's all,
Sweet dreams.
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I'm OK

I feel as if no one knows about the world anymore... we ignore it, we take it for granted, and mock it... but why? Is there a reason? Do we understand what could happen? Of course not, then why would we do it? When we sit on our bed, limbless, faceless, and completely disappeared, do we realize what can, and will, happen? We just sit around, attempting to waste time, when there might be little time left? Are we throwing away our lives so we can slightly enjoy ourselves?
We complain about minor flaws in the universe, when we should be worrying about when we will meet our untimely demise, where we would never be able to complain again. Do you think I'm insane? Heck, I'm thinking about real life worries, you're complaining about a headache. In about 3 minutes, you might not have that headache anymore, but if the world comes to close to the sun, or comes into contact with a meteor, there's no way out. I'm OK, I'm OK, you're just a little Ponyboy, listening and doing, but nothing will stop people from dying.
You can't do anything, I can't do anything, we're doomed to failure, nothing will matter when we are destroyed, but when we're destroyed, we can't fail, we can't be hurt, we just sit in a dark abyss, with no hopes, no worries, nothing. I'm OK, aren't I? You understand, don't you? I'm OK. I feel like you know me, and I feel as if I know you. We both know we'll be destroyed sooner then later, so go ahead. Think about it for a second, don't worry, I won't watch.
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I'm So Sorry...

I want to talk to you. I want to tell you about myself, and what happened to me. But first, could you please turn off the light? I like darkness. My name is Takanasi, and I come from Finnland, born in 1990, died in 1999. As a boy, I spent all of my time with my father in his computer room.
He used to read stories, oh how father loved to read. I used to hang on the back of his chair and read over his shoulder. Until one day he felt his chair move a little, he looked behind him and saw me, he was so startled he had a heart attack, killing him minutes later. I was scared so I grasped on to the chair and wept quietly. I kept reading the text on the screen over, and over, and over again, until I lay to rest from malnourishment. I'm glad I got to share with you, and I'm sorry I lied about reading over the shoulder of my father, but you seem content with me. I hope I haven't been moving the chair too much, this story makes me a tad emotional. I realize your skin must be crawling a tad at the moment because I get a little too close, please for your sake, don't look behind you...
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