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The Haunted Cucumber

One day, I was having breakfast. I looked out my window to see that there was an army of ghosts flying to my house! The ghosts knocked on my door, and my wife let them in. The ghosts made her into strips of beef jerky and ate her. I ran to my room and slammed my door shut. But then the ghosts flew under the crack on the bottom of my door and tried to eat me. I jumped out of the window and broke both of my legs! I ran to my neighbor's house and hid under their table. The ghosts then knocked on my neighbor's door and then my neighbor opened the door. Then the ghosts ate my neighbors. I ran out of the house and went up the snowy hill 10 miles over and back to find the nearest police station. When I went to the police station, I hid in the jail. Then the ghosts burst through the door and ate all of the police cops. I then ran out of the police station and fell off a cliff. Then I died.
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Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:EVIL FOOD
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The Haunted DSi

I took my DSi on vacation but dropped it off a balcony. I'll be dead meat if my mom found out. While walking around the town one day, I ended up in a thrift shop. Outside there was a bin which had a sign which read "All items $1", so I rumaged through it and i found a DSi carrier. I carefully opened and found it contained a DSi! I went inside and handed the store owner a one dollar bill. Still amazed, I went back to the hotel. I powered it my new DSi and found that it was fully charged. On the top screen, there was just a black square with a star. I thought it was weird because a game hadn't been loaded. I went to sound test and discovered the worst sounds you can imagine; there was bone cutting and screaming, but the last one was the worst. It sounded like a little girl whispering "tasukete" (help me) followed by a scream and blood splattering. I tried to exit but it wouldn't let me. I tried turning the system off before turning it on again.
For some reason, I decided to check the Picture section, and it turned out to be as bad as the sound test. There were mulitated mysterious creatures and people dying, along with shock site pics. I exited immediately, before accessing Flipnote Hatena (it's automatically loaded onto DSis).There was only one flip note which revolved around a stickman pulling out a knife and using it to kill another stickman. There were blood splattering sounds, but the blood itself was blurred out. It was so sickening that I ran to the restroom to vomit. I came back to the DSi to find a horrific picture with a loud scream. I turned it off and I couldn't sleep or eat for five days because of the trauma from the last image. And did it ever hurt.
One night, I heard a scream from my mom's room. I ran to see what was happening, and she was dead. I was so depressed and angry that I grabbed the DSi, ran out of the hotel, and I ran until I stopped at a diner and decided to stop for a soda. When the waitress asked where I was going, I told her that I was going to the thrift shop where I got the DSi to return it. When I was done speaking, she looked shocked. She said "That can't be! That thrift shop burned down 11 years ago!". I didn't belive her but after I got a soda and used the restroom, I went back to the thrift shop was and, belive it or not, it was burnt to a crisp. There was nothing but ashes. I was surprised, but then I noticed the $1 bin, which was stood back from the remnants of the shop. All there was in there was a strange-looking chalkware Kewpie doll.
I ran back to the hotel, went on the balcony and threw the DSi off, and I heard it hit the pavement hard. I could see ghostly-looking smoke rising from where it fell. I then proceeded to go down and check how damaged it was. When I got there, there was no DSi. I ran to see the thrift shop to see it looked exactly how it did when I first visited it. The $1 bin was present but the Kewpie had vanished. I think I just lifted a curse.
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The Haunted Dead Ghost Who Couldn't Say Boo

I went into an old rickety mansion on the wrong side of the tracks at the end of town. Right when I walked in a skeleton did a flying elbow drop on my face from the indoor balcony and Frankenstein locked the door and yelled "AAARRRUUUGGG." I had goose pimples all over my whole body except for my nipples.
After that I knew I had to keep searching if I was ever going to find Curly's gold. So, I went upstairs to the bedroom and omg my gosh guess what popped out of the closet???!?
It was a hugely scary-time ghost.
But, after a few seconds or maybe less or longer I had an epiphany. This ghost could not say "boo" and every schoolkid knows that's most spookiest word of them all.
So anyways, I just left and then me and Bert went to Big Lots.
TL;DR: If you can't even say "boo" then why are you even a ghost bro?
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Category:Ghoooosts
Category:Skeletons
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Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
The Haunted House

My friends told me of a house which is supposedly haunted down the street. They dared me to spend an hour inside it alone without a flashlight. I did so, but nothing happened in that hour. After the hour was up, I turned to leave the house. However, when I tried opening the front door, I saw that it was locked. I then looked out the keyhole to see an exact replica of myself locking it. I yelled out to that figure. When it saw me, however, it simply smiled and walked away.
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Category:Satire
Category:Beings
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Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Shortpasta
The Haunted Locker

Here's a story from the old days.
One day, these two students were walking to their locker, and they heard a 
strange noise coming out of one of them. They're scared, but they have 
to open the locker because their books are in there and the bell is 
about to ring. Even though they were terrified out of their skulls, one 
of the students slowly dialed the locker combination. The lock clicked 
open, and he slowly started to open the door when out popped the 
hideous, rotting remains of the school principal!
Hideous. Rotting. Remains.
Rotting corpse.
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Category:That just raises more questions!
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Shortpasta
The Haunted Mansion

A group of friends were exploring an abandoned mansion. As they entered, they noticed the faint smell of a fire burning, and sheet covered furniture litters the dusty floor. They made their way through the mansion and heard the sound of footsteps on creaky stairs. Just then, the doors to the room slammed shut. They tried not to panic as they began screaming for help. Then, the lights began to flicker on and off, visuals could be seen forming on some of the sheet covered furniture.
"I am the baddie..." I said.
As the others began to scream, I found myself transforming into a completely different person.
I transformed into CallMeKevin.
The sheeted furniture was revealed to be the bodies of my friends. I sat on a dusty couch and frantically wrote out the screenplay to "The Strangest Adventures Of Them All".
I wrote about a character called Jim Pickens who finds treasure inside himself.
The next few days were a blur. I had a vague idea that I was involved in the creation of something called "The Dark Carnival" but it was all pretty hazy.
"The Dark Carnival will be cancelled by the school if we don't raise enough money through the glee club!" I said.
After the haze cleared from my mind, I remembered what happened last time I stopped taking my medication.
"There's only one song that can generate enough hype for the crowd... this is my moment..." I said.
I sat in the back of the room with my mandolin, playing a quiet tune. The rest of the club headed out to the auditorium.
Hours later, I sat in a sea of staring faces.
"Brenden Fraser was my friend, he was my friend, was my friend, my friend!" I sung.
I bowed as the crowd went wild.
My career as a musician was short lived.
But now The Dark Carnival can take place and bring an end to humanity...
THE END
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Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Inside Jokes
Category:Shortpasta
The Haunted Mask

One time when I was five I was in the woods playing hide and seek, I was seeker. I looked and looked for them but I couldn't find them. That's when I realized I was lost. I looked and looked, I saw something it wasn't my friends it was just a mask. I put it on. And took it off immediately. "What was that!" I yelled. I saw something I never saw before it was all red and there was pitchforks I realized where it was. It was trying to make me stay okay bye I got go bed.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Shortpasta
The Haunted McDonald's

Ok.... I apologize, but I know not how much time is left for me to write this
I'm a regular customer of McDonald's. They make the best burgers in the world, their fries are greasy and salty, just like how I love them, and their milkshakes are so thick it takes a half hour for them to be drinkable. But anyway, just this morning I was going there on my way to school on my tricycle (don't judge I'm 4 years old) and I usually order a quarter pounder with pickles and onions only. I do not ask for ketchup or mustard, so if I get it, I become angry. I received my burger at the second window, but before I pedal away, I check it. I've gotten used to checking them because they're always wrong
"This is wrong" I say in shock
I decided to go into the restaurant to get it fixed, but.... I wish I hadn't. This may be the final mistake I ever made.
I entered the door and asked the manager "who made this piece of donkey shit burger?" the manager did not respond. He simply phased through the counter and walked through me. I shook it off as a glitch.
"Excuse me sir! Who made this?" I shout to a cook in the back. He didn't hear. I pull out a machete and decide to kill everyone, but it went through all of them. I wondered if my machete was broken but then.... it happened
I ran home from it as quickly as I could. Now I'm writing this-
Oh no. Oh no he's almost through the door. I see... oh my god, IS THAT A PINK PINHEAD?! NO, NOT YOU!! NO! AGHHH NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
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Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Cliche Madness
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Im died
Category:EVIL PATRIXXX
Category:Shortpasta
The Haunted Milk

It was a normal day as I was walking to the store to get my favorite brand of milk. The shop assistant said that I'm lucky and that this is the last pack. I gave him the money, said "Keep the change!" and left the store.
I was halfway home when I saw this weird piece of paper with "Now you're haunted by the haunted milk! Congratulations!" writing. I was freaked out, but I knew I had to react fast!
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== Day 1 ==
I asked everyone living in my street if they know anything about "The haunted milk", but they weren't too happy to answer me and said that I'm crazy. I made a thread on internet about this, and got the same response.
But this particular answer wasn't like it. It was saying:
"I had the same experience as you, and I've found out the solution. 
First, you must go to the church and say "I LOVE MILK" three times. When you're done, go to the store and buy the milk, 3 eggs, an milky way chocolate and some flour. When you finish that, go back to your house, mix everything you've bought with a mixer, and drink it.
After that, you'll be free of the haunted milk!"
I knew this was too crazy, but I had to do it.
== Day 2 ==
I've gone to the church and said "I LIKE MILK" 3 times, just like that guy said, and bought everything he told me, mixed it up in my house, and drank it. It was terrible, but now I'm free of the haunted milk!
I don't know, I don't really feel like I'm free of it.
I checked out the internet and the answer that guy told me and asked him if he's sure he's missing something.
He told me:
"I forgot about this step. It's the hardest one, but you have to do it.
NEVER DRINK THE MILK OF YOUR FAVORITE BRAND!
I'm sure you'll understand."
But, that's my favor- Ah, whatever. I didn't like it anyway! I'll take it like a man!
== Day 3 ==
WHY DID I LEAVE YOU?! *sobbing sounds*
WHY?! WHY?!
more sobbing*
== Day 4 ==
I'm now completely free of the haunted milk, thanks to that guy!
And I'm never gonna drink that milk again!
== 28 Days Later ==
A SKELETON POPPED OUT!!!!!!!!!! AHA! SO SCARY, HUH?
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Category:EVIL FOOD
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The Haunted Paperclip

It was a typical day, when I was drinking my chocolate milk while playing Superman 64 when I noticed something odd. The mailman came, but he looked sad and depressed. He placed a package in front of my doorstep, and immediately started running as fast as he could away from my house. I put down Superman 64, picked up my chocolate milk, and opened the door. I opened the package, only to find a paperclip, a note, a used condom, and a note. The note was hand-written, and it seems as though it was rushed. It said "You have been cursed by the haunted paperclip. Sincerely, old man". It was then that I realized I had been cursed by the haunted paperclip.
I was scared. But what should I do? I started freaking out, and I knew I had to act fast.
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==3:41pm==
I looked up how to remove a curse online, and I found a YouTube comment that could help me out. It's common sense that YouTube comments are always true, so I am relieved I could find an answer. It says that to remove the curse, I must drink a bowl of pigeon soup. Luckily, my friend went to ninja camp, so he can get some dead pigeons without being noticed.
==4:23pm==
I hear him knock, so I am opening the door. He gives me the instructions on how to boil it, so I'm taking the pigeon to the kitchen right now.
==5:16pm==
The pigeon soup tastes disgusting, so I put some honey in it. Unfortunately, I swallowed the beak. It was stuck in my throat, and I had to find some way to get it out. I am PMing the YouTuber who gave me advice on how to get rid of the curse, and now I wait.
==5:34pm==
He finally messaged me back. He says that to remove the beak, I must eat applesauce for a week. This guy's a genius!
==One week later==
I got the beak out. Now I can go back to playing Superman 64! Yay, happy ending!
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Category:Jornel
Category:Shortpasta
The Haunted School

You think school is tough right heh, heh WRONG! (lol spongebob refrence) Anyways, near a town called "Harissville" there is a haunted school there. 6 floors for each grade level, not like other schools. K, 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5. There is a local lengend aboot the school. There were like 8 hallways. Each one about 10 rooms. A Super school like you might say.
Just dont stay there for long. Or else. You see, on the 6th floor, 6th hallway, class 6. Dont enter there ever! Because of the paranormal activity inside the classrom. It was a math class were most hell is located. A normal classroom. With a teacher, aboot 31 kids. Many say that the teacher was insane.
Lost in tought, many of the kids were. As usual aboot 10% were done. 45% were still doing the work. 20% asleep. 25% not doing anything.
The teacher was reported to have been in a mental insitituion for a year or so. For spelling words with bloody guts. His evil was devilish. But he kept it on a down low. He once went insane and stabbed a kid in the brain. Many people tried to put a cross on him, but it melted off.
Game. The College of Game, Harissville it was called. School was called "college" all the time. This might not have been much of a Spicy creepypasta. But I tell you what. Read the first word of every paragraph :)
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The Haunted School...

The haunted Metz Elementary School was invented in 1916 and was abandoned. These students decided to do a investigation on the school. The group was Sabrina, Cynthia, Kennedy, Robert. These four kids are the bravest kids in school. After school they go to the haunted school. Sabrina shaked and panicked saying "W-What if we pass away?" Cynthia said "Shhh! Shut the f*ck up Sabrina. We are the fearless kids!" Kennedy responded carefully "We are safe. I'm fearless." Sabrina quietly takes a flashlight, it was completely bright and full of battery at this point. Cynthia looks at the old lockers and decorations, until the locker doors starts opening, closing. Kennedy said "Oh holy moly sh!t. This place is 100% haunted..but...WHERE IS ROBERT?" Robert vanished thin air like in the movies. The exit is locked no escape. Cynthia sees Robert's body, showing his guts, blood splatter everywhere, and she screamed "ROBERT!!!!!!!" Cynthia yelled and called out all of the kids names they couldn't heard it. "KENNEDY! SABRINA? WHERE ARE YOU!" When a strange person came out...Sabrina heard Cynthia scream and panicked and tapped on Kennedy's shoulder "i think we should get out of here. No more time saying that you're fearless! Kennedy noticed that there is a note a older note.
Then...Kennedy reads the note carefully in mind
"Dear diary...I'm a professional investigator and decided to investigate this abandoned school, i went missing. The key is in a cage."
"- Ashley Franklin"
Kennedy heard Sabrina scream..Blood splatter everywhere and he decided to found a crowbar to break the hard chain. He goes at the 5th floor, where the library was there, he looked left and right. There was the crowbar. He immediately gets the crowbar and goes to the 3-1 classroom. There was the key caged in. He hits the chain waiting for the chain to break. *THUNK! THUNK! THUNNNNK!* It never worked at the 4th hit it finally break. He cried that he betrayed them, and quickly runs through the exit and escapes.
THE END.
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Category:ENGLISH, MUDDAFUGGA! DO YOU SPEAK IT?!
The Haunted Spoon

I was Jimmy Johnson, 25-years-old, your average spoon collector. I decided to look on eBay for spoons, and I found an item that said "EVIL SPOON; IT KILLED MY WIFE AND MADE A SKELETON POP OUT AND IT WAS PHONE", naturally being the dumb fuck I am I decided to buy the spoon. After I did, the seller deleted his account. After 3000 years it arrived, and the mailman was at the door. When I mentioned the spoon to him, his eyes started bleeding, he started vomiting, and his head started to spin. I thought he had Ebola, so we shared a lollipop together, and ate chili with the same spoon, and we both kissed each other on the mouth, and had a coughing contest before sending him to a CDC hospital.
So after that, I opened the spoon, and it was unusual. It had a scary face! It was so scary, I shit my pants and took a 300-hour dump in the bathroom.
I realized I was cursed, so I tried to throw the spoon away, but it flew back into my hand. I tried to take a shit on it, but the shit flew back into my asshole. Then, I tried to find a way to destroy the spoon. I believe everything I read, but I couldn't find anything.
Actually, it turns out that the spoon was normal. I was just hallucinating from the drugs I took, and I died later of Ebola.
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The Haunted Tree of Death

Anybody who went traveling about Europe in the reign of Queen Victoria took a guidebook by John Ruskin with them. Ruskin instructed people on places, buildings and paintings they should find beautiful. His favourite place for writing books was in the beautiful valley of Chamonix beneath Mont Blanc, the highest mountain in Europe. Here, one day, he was told of a remote spot where the ghost of a woman was sometimes seen, raking leaves. She wore a shawl that hid her face and - this was the thing - she could only be seen by children. The following day Ruskin sent his servant over to the next valley to borrow a child who had never heard of the ghost, so there was no chance of pretending to see her.
"Shall we approach her?" whispered Ruskin, trying not to sound to surprised since he saw no one. He took the boy firmly by the shoulders and pushed him in the direction he'd pointed. They had only gone a few steps when the boy suddenly froze. No matter how hard Ruskin pushed, the boy refused to go a step further.
"What is it?" Hissed Ruskin.
"She looked up," quavered the boy. "She's got holes instead of eyes. Her face is a skull!"
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The Haunted Violin

I love playing violin so much I didn't have the money to get one but I worked so hard that I made some money to get a violin I went to the store the man looked seriously weird he stared at me with an evil smile on his face I told him that I wanted to buy a violin that is cheap in price so he told me in an evil voice 'Wait here'. he gone to pick a violin up for me I waited he came back with an old-looking violin he said to me the price I gave him the money the violin box was weird-looking some words was written by a red marker. I couldn't understand I was outside the shop when i went inside the shop again the man was not there I was not very happy to know that the man is gone. I thought he lift the shop to the next shift man, anyway I rode my car I saw a man waving at me on the platform I was pretty paranoid that I didn't talk or do a reaction when i went home. I sat on the sofa I wanted to play the violin so badly I opened the violin box the violin was covered in dust I wiped the dust off the violin I started playing the violin the violin sounded horrible. so I gone to my father to see if there is a problem in the chords or in the violin so he checked it for me and he told me that the violin is pretty good. and doesn't need to be fixed I was pretty scared to hear that I went to bed I was very nervous to sleep. I pushed my self to sleep. when I slept I dreamed about the same man I saw at the shop and on the platform. I saw him in the dream smiling to me holding a violin and he starts the play it in a horrible symphony I woke up at night, I heard a violin playing sound in my mother's room. where I left the violin I was so scared to even approach the room where the sound is I walked slowly to the bathroom I heard the sound of the violin growing louder and scarier I woke up my mother she is sleeping in the room that I put the violin in I told her did you hear my violin playing. she stared at me and told me to go to sleep. I gone to sleep as told I saw the man but with an angry look he said in a demonic voice. 'Don't dare to return the violin back or you will suffer..' I woke up scared at 8 a.m. I decided to return the violin back. when I rode the car the same man was standing but was holding a knife. I decided to drive faster the man lost me I gone inside the shop the man who met me this time was young he told me that I can take another violin instead I said no thank you and wanted the money. and I asked him about a man with a glasses that works in the shop he told me. how come I think the old man you saw is dead I said What ? he said the man you met is dead. I left the shop and gone to rest on my bed and I hope i don't see that man ever again.
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