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Moving Homes

About a few weeks ago we moved in to this beautiful suburban home. It didn't look scary and no one was murdered here...
DAY 1: About a few weeks ago we moved in to this beautiful suburban home. It didn't look scary and no one was murdered here according to the agent. The way she said 'no one' incited doubt in me, which fuelled my curiosity into researching why this house SHOULD BE scary. I was disappointed to find that this community did NOT used to be a cemetery.
NIGHT 1: The night came and so it was dark (obviously). I have not fully unpacked because my mother will have to do it eventually. Anyway, she said goodnight, turned out the lights and shut the door.
Come midnight I was awoken by the sound of rustling papers. I thought it was the fan. I was very scared because I almost always assume that everything is haunted or 'paranormal' as you millenial cuties like to say ;) -xoxo update soon
UPDATE NIGHT 2: I have no fan. My jaw dropped when I saw the open window. It makes sense. A ghost probably possessed me to sleep walk and open the window therefore theoretically allowing the possibility of potential haunting spree. YES, I know, I AM SCARED, TOO. I know that's what you're thinking, too (General Psychology duh).
I couldn't sleep tonight. I just had to make sure everything was shut and locked. I also installed a curtain but for some reason the moonlight pierces through. The ray of lights hanging in the air calmed me but through it I could see a dad-bod figure.
"MOM, WHAT THE FUCK? GET OUT!"
"Robert don't you dare kiss me with that mouth!"
"Why are you here?"
"I was just making sure you are not to play with yourself while fantasizing that movie we just watched. That is not the Christian way."
"Shrek 2? I didn't even like American Beauty!"
And then I woke up. Not sweaty. Also, not short of breath. Just eyes opened. It was just a horrible disgusting nightmare. I looked at the corner where the dad-bod figure stood. There was a coat rack with a summer hat (not mine) sitting on top. I believe it was a ghost. I kept telling myself NO IT WAS NOT A COAT RACK! IT'S A GHOST! (I can see in the dark pretty good, kinda like my talent lol).
I'll update you guys, soon. I'm still trying to figure out how I can get out of this situation alive. This is a serious problem and it is very logical to write about it in the internet for people to read whilst my mortal life doth be amidst danger, lmao I'm so random. Hmu?
EDIT: A lot of you have been asking me (13 people to be exact) why there was a lost/missing time after the update. To be honest, I cut the story directly to night time because I was NOT haunted the whole day. Also, I didn't wanna have people laughing at me because we had Digiorno for lunch.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Jornel
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Moving On

After my wife died of a heart attack I didn't want to settle down again straight away. I wanted to have some fun first. So I went online to find a young woman with big tits that I could have casual sex with.
...Needless to say, my in laws weren't impressed. They thought I should have called an ambulance first...
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Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Shortpasta
Mozart's Lost Symphony

Chapter 1: Mozart's Lost Symphony
I was walking down the road when I saw a garage sale. I was very curious and I checked it out. I loved garage sales and I loved Michael Jackson, so I hoped to see some new Michael Jackson CD's there, maybe right next to the hand sanitizer? But instead I found a CD that had "Mozart Symphony No. 42". I knew Mozart only wrote 41 symphonies, so I thought it was a symPHONY. But right next to it was sheet music that had blood all over it. I then asked the mysterious garage owner how much. He said "666 cents" which I instantly calculated to be 6 dollars and 66 cents. But I was too busy calculating the price that I noticed it was the devil's number. I've had a lot of time to think after purchasing it and listening to it, and in hindsight I should never have gone to the garage sale. I bought it using my very own credit card (jealous?) and then the garage owner said "You shouldn't have done that..."
When I got home, I put it into my CD player. It started off like a normal Mozart symphony, but something was off. The piano sounded empty and sad, along with something else I couldn't put my tongue on. After 32 seconds, I heard singing. Real singing. I recognized it to be Mozart's voice. He was singing something in Austrian, which is where Mozart is from, so it would make sense he was singing in Austrian. However, I am also Austrian and I speak the language. The lyrics when translated into English read:
After this was over, a violin started to play. Several, even. They were screeching and my ears started to bleed blood. It really hurt a bit. I was in so much pain on the floor, almost dying. Finally, the song ended after 192 more seconds of the violin and another verse, which I have translated here (it may be inaccurate due to the violins being so loud and distracting me). This time, there were backup vocals, which were a young Beethoven's.
Mozart's last line could not be translated. It is likely a version of old Austrian, or the low quality of the CD recording. After I wrote this down, I burned the CD so noone would ever have to go through the torture I had to. But once it was burned, the ghosts of Mozart and Beethoven appeared. They beat me to death. I could never listen to another Michael Jackson song.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Music
Category:Ghoooosts
Category:Im died
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Mr. Bean Lost Episode

A few weeks ago i was getting forward to Christmas thinking about what Christmas movie to watch i digged through my old collection of dvds hoping to find something good JUNK JUNK AND MORE JUNK until i found an old dvd of that one mr bean Christmas special I was very excited because I remember loving this as a kid wishing i could play with daleks in a Jesus stable i would always make jokes about it with my friends but I would soon find out those memories would be ruined i opened up the box and the disc showed mr bean with a grin on his face but not a normal one a very disturbing grin like the one a man who got away with murder would do but i put the disc in anyway when the dvd menu came up it showed mr bean next to his dead girlfriends rotting corpse strangled and her eyes gouged it mr bean was standing still with his eyes wide open viens exploding as he hummed the mr bean theme song to himself to the left of the image was " play DIE or escape" i picked play and the mr bean opening played only when the light showed up mr bean didnt drop from the sky instead the title just showed up no music even just "Beans bad day" it opened up with mr bean in a store buying as much clothes and rings as possible for his girlfriend as he was buying them he accidently knocked into a woman she fell and her skull cracked against the wall mr bean strangley felt happy and played with her dead body waving her hand at the viewers playfully as the laugh track played he then screamed "OH NO WHERE ME GOING TO HIDE BODY" as he saw the security guards coming up around the corner he then ran outside stuffing the body and the gifts in his car quickly driving away as he flipped the finger out the window he got inside his house and kissed his girlfriend handing her the body and gifts saying "LIKE THEM?" His girlfriend screamed realistically and ran for the phone that was it Bean had enough he took out a axe and banged it into her back laughing like a mad man as he did "ALL THIS FOR NOTHING ALL THIS FOR NOTHING" he began screaming as he began crying blood and ate his girlfriends face "TASTES JUST LIKE CHRISTMAS DINNER" Bean said as soon as he began hanging a noose and killing himself the rest of the episode lasted around an hour as bean began chocking blood as the laugh track grew even louder K was terrified at what I had just watched and began sobbing uncontrollably not knowing why the end titles just said "Merry Christmas" in blood red as if someone painted over the lens of the camera with blood then the DVD ended after watching this I threw the DVD in the bin hoping to never see it again as I was doing this I heard the Mr. bean theme song and saw on my tv Mr. bean smiling with blood coming out his eyes.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Lost Episodes
Category:Holidays
Category:Wall of Text
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:English Class Failure
Mr. Bean Lost Episode - Dead Scrapper

I Was a Big Fan Of Mr. Bean, And I Was At a Video Store Strolling For Some Mr. Bean DVDs, And I Found One That Was Called Scrapper Dies, Which The Cover Had Scrapper With a Gun In It's Head, And The DVD Was 1 Dollar, And I Went Home And Inserted That DVD Into My XBOX 360, And Started With The Normal Mr. Bean Intro, But Something Was Out Of Control, After The Intro, The FlashLight Turns Into a Gun And Shoots Itself To Mr. Bean, And The Episode Started, And It Was Scrapper In A Shredder, After 3 Seconds, Scrapper Jumped Into The Shredder, Scrapper Gets Shredded And The Episode Broke For 8 Minutes, And I Played SNES ROMS In Retroarch In My Tablet While Waiting, And The Episode Returned, But This Time, It Showed Mr. Bean At Scrapper's Funeral.
This Showed For 5 Minutes, After This, The Episode Ended With No Credits.
And I Ejected The DVD And Thrown It Outside, And Contacted TigerAspect,
The Next Day, They E-Mailed Me, And The Message Says:
Dear Danny Rojas, We Took This Episode Out Of The Air And Fired The Person Who Made This, Also Theres No Credits On The Episode, From TigerAspect.
Around 11:09 PM, I Also Found Another Mr. Bean DVD From a Dumpster, But This Time, The MP4 File Was From A Torrent Website Called EPISODES4FREE, And I Ran Home And Inserted The Disc Into The PS3, And Started With The Same Mr. Bean Intro Of The First DVD, And The Title Was Called Zombie Scrapper, It Began At Mr. Bean's House At Night, And A Zombie That Looked Like Scrapper Broke The Door And Killed Mr. Bean And His Grandma, And It Faded To Black And Japanese Text Appeared And It Says: あなたは私の次の犠牲者です、あなたはスクレーパーからゾンビ猫を脱出することはできません。This Translates To: You are my next victim, you can not escape scrapper the zombie cat. And The Episode Ended With The Credits, But Mr. Bean Was Staring At Me With Bloodshot Eyes.
And I Ejected The DVD And Smashed It With A Sword, And I Went To Bed, In The Celling Has Words Saying: ScRaPpEr WiLl GeT yOu, And I Went To Sleep.
The Next Day, The Words Of The Celling, And The DVDs Was Gone, And Now, I Stopped Watching Mr. Bean EVER AGAIN.
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Lost Episodes
Category:English Class Failure
Category:I CAN HAZ TRANSLATION?
Mr. Blue

Mr Blue is a friend of mine,
But Mr Blue is not kind.
Mr Blue can see you now
Reading words and writing down
Your thoughts, comments, fine critiques,
Mr Blue makes houses squeak.
He listens to you describe your day,
Each and every word you say.
A madness in his eyes, a fire.
And sickly wet teeth in his mouth of mire.
He can see you drink.
He can see you spew.
He can see you poop.
He can see you screw.
But watching is and never was
The dark task of this man of faux pas.
He'll grind your teeth in mortar bowl.
He flay your skin and remove limbs whole.
Unless his verse is passed on by victim
He'll get to you, this is dictum.
And next time sleep comes for you
So also will Mr Blue.
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Beings
Category:Dreams
Category:Morons Attempting Poetry
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
Mr. Bones

Suppose your father is working on a case in his office. He's working on this case for a very long time.
A very, very long time.
A very, very, very, very, very, veryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveeeeeeeeeeeeeery long time.
He never leaves his office, but you knock on the door every day to say good-morning to him.
One day, he doesn't answer.
You turn the doorknob. The door yields, but on the other side, you see no father. All you see is a pile of old bones and rotten flesh, sitting in your father's favorite chair, its bony fingers curled around your father's favorite mug. Its cracked skull resting on your father's desk, on his open notebook.
The doorknob to the bathroom turns.
The door slowly crrrreeeeaks open...
And in walks your father, entirely unharmed.
He seems completely unsurprised to see the skeleton there. You're glad to see him safe, but as the skeleton starts to rattle, one question remains on your mind.
THEN WHO WAS BONE??!!
Answer: your mother. You'd better get out of there before Dad gets hungry again.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:WHO WAS PHONE?
Category:Skeletons
Category:Shortpasta
Mr. Bones' Wild Ride: The Revenge

I was an ordinary human being. I liked to read these stories called "Creepypastas" as well as the humorous "Trollpastas". I enjoyed stories such as "Jeff the Killer", "Smile.jpg", and the legendary "Slenderman". but of the dozens of pastas I've read, only one of them caught my eye the most; Mr. Bones' Wild Ride. I have a fear of skeletons to this day because of that story. I did not know what I was getting myself into when I decided to find out about Mr. Bones' Wild Ride 2.
It had been several years since Mr. Bones' Wild Ride had debuted. I was on vacation at Busch Gardens for the first time, and I was interested in seeing if the rumors about "Mr. Bones' Wild Ride" I had heard about from -1Chan were true. After about 10 minutes of walking around, I noticed that Mr. Bones' Wild Ride was replaced with the Sequel, titled "Mr. Bones' Wild Ride 2: The Revenge". I quickly busted out my phone from my pocket, and Googled "Mr. Bones' Wild Ride 2: The Revenge".
As soon as I hit the search button, a Wikipedia article on was the first result out of only 100. 
"Only 100 results?" I thought, "Sp00py." The article stated that the ride lasts 4 times as long compared to the original, and is extra "scary". "4 times as long compared to the first one?" I thought. "If the original was around 4 years in Roller Coaster Tycoon 2, then... MOTHER OF GOD."
However, it says "the longer you stay on Mr. Bones' Wild Ride 2, the more you lose your ability to leave the ride", implying that you have an option to quit being on the ride, unlike the first one.
I looked at a sign describing the ride's instructions. Apparently, if you have a fear of skeletons, you shouldn't get on the ride (despite a Mr. Bones, a skeleton, being directly in front of the ride), but I'm not afraid of any skeletons. But then again, I can't trust anyone who makes a ride that seemingly lasts forever. I decided to think about my ruler, Shrek, as I got on the ride. I knew everything would be okay, albeit very spooky. When I was strapped in my cart, I heard some very loud screeches, of those who wanted to "get off of Mr. Bones' Wild Ride".
Only a minute into the ride, and I'm regretting all of my life's decisions. There were 3 many (more than too many) skeletons, and the ride was SUPER SLOW!!!! I tried not to lose my sanity, but... I HAD NO ABILITIES THAT TELL ME I CAN. Minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into days, and I was still on the never-ending nightmare known as Mr. Bones' Wild Ride 2: The Revenge. I did not have anything to eat or drink, and I starved to death. On the final day, I yelled my last words loud and clear, "I WANT TO GET OFF MR. BONES' WILD RIDE 2: THE REVENGE". And then a skeleton popped out, turning me into a skeleton. :O
I SWORE TO MYSELF AND MY MUM THAT I WOULD NEVER GO ON A RIDE AGAIN BECAUSE OF THAT SUPER SP00KY EXPERIENCE.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Skeletons
Category:Memes
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Mr. Chester

I've never been one to be scared of people. They may look creepy, but never scary, that was, until I met Mr. Chester.
A while back I used to have neighbor by the name of Mr. Chester. He was an old man whose years showed heavily. He had served in the wars so he of course had many scars. He was a sweet old man who would give a fly the time of day, but something just didn't feel right about him. Serving a long time in the military usually cause some mental transformations that make you bitter, not nice. I had to investigate.
One night, while Mr. Chester was off at BINGO night, I "unlocked" his kitchen window, and entered his home. His kitchen was like any average American kitchen, basic, clean, and had a pile of dishes in the sink. The only part off setting was the horrible stench of rancid meat. I slapped my hand to my mouth to contain the vomit surging its way from my stomach. I opened his refrigerator, not there. His pantry, nope. His microwave, void. The smell's source was not from the kitchen. I had to find out the answer.
Cautiously I edged myself out of the kitchen and into the living room, bad idea # 1. Let me remind you, it's night time, no one is home, and I'm trying to be sneaky about this, so turning on a light is not an option. I creep across his living room, banging my knee several times on miscellaneous (probably butchered that word) objects. I finally trip over the vacuum and go sprawling on to some squishy blob. I immediately notice, this is the source of the stink.
I carefully edged my hand towards my pocket and pulled out my iPhone. I then proceeded to lose both my lunch and dinner. Laying, lifeless, torn to shreds, Mutilated, and being feasted on by flies, was Mr. Chester.
This makes no sense, didn't you say he off at BINGO night?, is a question you be asking yourself right now, I was asking myself exactly the same. But it got worse from there, I turn to find yet another dead Mr. Chester on the ground beside the TV. I immediately put 2 and 2 together and realize that there can't be more than one Mr. Chester, let alone 3. I had had it. I burst to the front door, and out into the night.
One week later, news spread about the dead bodies in the house of Patrick J. Chester. They were discovered after an unknown man, knocked down the front door, releasing the stench into the air. Patrick J. Chester is still at large for the death of both of his triplet brothers. The man is still out there, and we ask for you to find him. Call our help hotline number: 869...
The fate of that man will always be unknown. Shortly after invading the house, he ran into Patrick, who then proceeded to abduct him and drag him off to the cemetery. After unburying a freshly dug grave he replaced the body with the still living man. Whether the man digs his way up or simply rots in the grave is for you to imagine, but let's hope you don't have a Mr. Chester in your neighborhood...
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Old Shit
Mr. DoodooFingers

In my home town of Atascadero in the late 1970's there was a janitor named Phill McKrevis.
Phill was fired one summer after he was caught hoarding bowel movements from the bathroom used by female staff. The day he was fired, and as he was escorted from the property carrying only his mop, he began to sob & he swore the staff would rue that day.
All was calm until one night in 1981. It was a Friday night when Phill returned to the hospital, drunk with hatred & high on resentment.
What he did next has been dissected & pondered over by criminologists & psychiatrists ever since that summer night.
Phill crapped in his hand & walked up behind an orderly eating his lunch, & he rubbed the poo in his victim's hair shouting "DOODOOFINGERS!"
The orderly had to go home early, was extremely disgruntled, and quit like 5 months later. It was gross & a huge inconvenience.
Some say Phill isn't done.... Some say he may start targeting anyone who hears this story...
Have you looked behind you recently?
DOODOOFINGERS!!!!
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Potty Humor
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Title that makes babbies laugh
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
Mr. Fluff

On June 17, Megan was celebrating her 20th birthday with her grandparents, parents, and cousins. She opened her last present, from her cousin Mya, and inside was a stuffed animal dog that she'd been wanting for months. She called it Mr. Fluff, because she thought Fluffy was too common of a name for a dog.
She and Mr. Fluff became best friends, and Megan couldn't be separated from him. She would spend hours in her bedroom playing with Mr. Fluff, and she abandoned all of her other toys. One night, she couldn't find Mr. Fluff, and nobody else could either. In the morning, she woke up and Mr. Fluff was sitting right next to her in her bed.
After Megan's dog had gotten hit by a car and killed, Mr. Fluff began acting more and more alive. It would always be in a different spot in the morning. One day, Megan was walking home from her friend's house and was abducted. The next morning, Mr. Fluff was missing, too.
On July 8, Megan's body was found in the forest, with Mr. Fluff by her side.
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Shortpasta
Mr. Jacobs

==The Introduction - 21st of March 2007==
Braiden and I were at about the age of 10 and we lived near a farm. I remember the farmers, Mr. Jacobs and his wife, and how they ran it with only the help from their son, Brandon. Every day after school we would pay him a visit and stay for some cookies. We never had any more than two. We didn't want to be selfish. Mr. Jacobs was a little psycho. He kept going into one of his barns. I don't know why he has it. There weren't any animals in there. But one time I heard him talking to a woman in an aggressive way. She screamed and then she suddenly stopped. That was odd but I was always too scared to go in there.
==Our Grim Discovery - 14th of April 2007==
Anyway, one day we were walking home from school, we went to his house but we couldn't find him. We heard the cries and sobs of Brandon. We rushed over to him. He was holding his dad in his arms. He looked at me with tears in his eyes. "Help me..." he blurted out. Mr. Jacobs' arm was loosely hanging over Brandon's shoulder, holding an old hand mirror. Now, I remember waiting in the hospital for news on Mr. Jacobs. Our parents had to look for us everywhere because we didn't tell them where we were going.
==The Aftermath - 22nd of April 2007==
The next week we heard of Brandon's news. His father had died from dangerous chemicals reaching his bloodstream. He apparently died only hours later. Brandon's mother had to look after him from then on. We no longer went to his place unless on a special occasion. My sister, Ashley, who's current whereabouts are unknown (that's another story) tells me to always watch out for their chemicals so that the same doesn't happen to me. I promised that I would always be there for her. That made her always feel that she could trust me not to get hurt. And I promised to make sure I keep my brother safe too. But I couldn't keep it...
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Jornel
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
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