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The Useless Button

There is a wall.
And on that wall there is a button.
Do not press that button.
It is evil.
There is a stone button somewhere in your house, and it is in the shape of a triangle. Triangles are scary because they are signs of illuminartis. Your ancestors have pressed that button out of pure curiousity and where are they now?
THEY ARE ALL DEAD
You know why they are all dead?
BECAUSE THEY PRESSED THE BUTTON DUMBASS
So don't try to press that button. Because if you do, then something would happen. I don't know what could because I obviously wasn't there when it happened.
Just don't press the button.
DONT PRESS THE BUTTON
DONT PRESS THE BUTTON
DONT PRESS THE BUTTON
You dummy.
How do I know this?
I don't know either.
But all I know is.
DONT PRESS IT
Or you die.
TEH END
P.S. If you see a skeleton around your house, that's me. Don't mind me. I'm just a hyper-realistic skeleton.
P.S.S. DONT PRESS THE BUTTON DID I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR DONT PRESS IT DONT DO IT OR ADUNCKMEBLKOIVBDJBVK,SAOJKFDBJGJKFNGKKFNEIBDFIOHDHGJHKLGJOJJIOUYKFGYFRDEDR3
I pressed the button.
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The VERRRYYYY Haunted Hotel

I checked in to this hotel that was rumored to be haunted. I was a ghost hunter who loved this kind of stuff, so I brought my camera.
I stopped outside the hotel and walked in where I was greeted by a man in a strange outfit. I didn't even have to say anything, he gave me a key to room 999. 
"Thank you" I said. The hotel manager just smiled at me.
I walked up to my room, 999, and reached into my pocket, where I had put the key. I couldn't find it.
"WHERE'S THE KEY?" I said in shock.
All the sudden, the plastic sign on the door fell off one of its hinges, turning 999 upside down to reveal "666".
I heard a strange laugh to my left. Hoping I was actually going to catch something, I whipped up my camera and snapped a picture down the hall, but I saw it with my own two eyes. He looked like a giant, realistic, anthropomorphic starfish.
"What is your name, evil demon?!" I shouted, backing away.
"PATRIXXX!" the starfish said.
"What do you want?"
"PATRIXXX!" He said again, coming closer to me. I escaped with my life. When I got home I showed the picture to the entire internet. What does he look like to you...?
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The VMNV 2/19/2006 Hijacking

On February 19, 2006, Movie Channel VMNV was hijacked during an airing of the 1974 movie Horror Express.
Near the end of the movie, the two men in the signal box get a message from Moscow.
“Moscow said to stop the express when it goes through the switching point,” says the signalman.
“Wait, that means killing everybody on board!”
Says the other man in shock.
This is where everything goes wrong.
"That's what it said; maybe there’s a war.”
As he says, “Maybe it’s war." The word “war” looped repeatedly for 4 seconds before cutting to black, then what’s seems to be a lullaby starts to play, with an image of a shotgun on top of the void, then text that seems to be a cryptic poem starts to show up on screen.
It cuts back to where the movie left off; however, one last thing shocked not only the viewers but also the people monitoring the broadcast.
Right as the train is about to fall off the cliff, the man controlling the train screams as normal; however, it loops, and what it shows gives younger viewers nightmares.
It was a very crudely drawn man, with what seems to be dried up blood stains on its clothes, and within the two oval-shaped eyes lie eyes that would scare even the most brave souls.
then it cuts to a screen saying:
“Oops! It looks like we have a problem! We will resume airing shortly.”
...
To this day, nobody knows who hijacked VMNV on 2/19/2006, as it was impossible to trace back who made it at the time. It was theorized that a cult-like group made the message and hijacked the station to invite viewers to join, or this was some type of joke, but to this day, nobody knows who hijacked Movie Channel VMNV on 2/19/2006, later being known as: “The Monster Of The Express Hijacking”.
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The Vein

They would make fun of my name Anakie (as in Anarchy) and they made fun of my looks (I am a large girl I must admit but there's nothing wrong with that).
These children are monsters! They treat me like a beast. When I was in Grade 2, the 3rd-5th graders beat me and dragged me to the storm drain on the oval behind the goal posts of the field. I was stuck down there for hours, but it felt like days. It gave me time to think; I quickly grew tired and fell asleep. I woke up when the teachers were pulling me out, but from the trauma I was unable to speak. I was lectured for "playing" at the back of the oval. Later I tried to explain that I was pushed, but they just wouldn't believe it. Would you believe that a bunch of kids that normally were playing football, jumping rope, or playing tag would push a child down a hole?
It started I was walking to school and I saw the same bunch of kids walking with another kid. He didn't seem to want to go anywhere, as he was pushing his feet into the dirt and telling them to leave him alone. I followed them from a distance, and soon they made it to the school. Like the time I was abused, it was after school, so about 3:30P.M. They went to the chicken coop and locked the child in. After they left, I smashed the lock off, and chicken feathers flew in every direction as I helped the kid up. He told me, "Leave the child. He is not important."
I helped up the boy and took him to the office. When his mother came to pick him up, she thanked me and left. I went home where I found my grandmother sitting in her chair. Instead of the regular 'how was your day dear' she asked me, "You left the child?"
I didn't know what to do, so I went to my room to watch some television. Spongebob was on, but I don't remember from then until my 11th birthday.
I remember sitting at my mother's house. I went to the shed to find a light bulb. There were mice (there still are). I walked back to find my mother sitting on the ground. She pointed at me and said, "You left me behind. You carried him out and left me to die!" Abruptly, she said, "So honey, did you want some cake or what?"
The rest of the day was normal apart from that. I took the boy out and I sat him in the office. Why do people come up to me and say these things? Lately they've stopped, but it made me think was I going mad over nothing until recently. 5 days ago, I felt very ill. I was a sickly pale that day. Every time I tried to talk to anyone, they would ask me the weird questions.
"You left me."
"You chose him."
"Chickens."
"Why?"
I thought I was going mad until other people noticed it. When they weren't saying these things, they saw it and have told me about it. I just don't know anymore...
I keep dreaming the same thing: a feather falling into water that just keeps falling until I almost wake. Then it lands on the water. Why do I dream that? Who was the boy I saved? I don't think there was anyone around me except for the boy and me.
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The Version of Bully Rockstar Doesn't Want You to Know About

In 2006, Rockstar announced that their latest game, "Bully", would be releasing sometime in October. I have always been fascinated with early builds of video games - however, one thing odd I noticed about Bully is that some it's development has barley been documented before.
During a meetup at E3 in 2005, I met up with a Rockstar intern who was apart of their marketing team. We became friends pretty fast and I bought him a beer. We had a couple of laughs and talked about personal struggles in our lives. He then asked me about a game he was working on and promised to send me a leaked .zip file. Being the usual energetic video game enthusiast, I said yes. As I got home that night, I received an email from him that contained the file.
Upon opening the file, a selection blue screen with "BULLY" crudely handwritten. I didn't take much noticed of it, since I assumed it was just a prototype of the game. Upon pressing the play button, a cutscene played. It was pretty much like the intro of the final build; you know, Jimmy Hopkins gets dropped off at Bullworth Academy, blah blah blah. Things took an interesting turn during the combat tutorial. When Jimmy hit the bullies, they became more thin and pale, as if he were literally beating the life out of them. When Jimmy beat up all of the bullies, they look malnourished and collapsed to the ground.
When entering the school, everything looked normal. When I opened one of the lockers, a skeleton was in one of them, and it looked hyper-realistic, with blood and dirt on it. The school's walls started to close in on each other with nobody to be seen. As they closed in on Jimmy, a loud bone crack was heard and he burst into body parts.
The game then showed an image of Jimmy, but with a mask of some sort and blood dripping out of his neck.
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The Very Ghostly Hitchhiker

I'd never picked up a hitchhiker, but she looked harmless enough. Besides, it was pouring rain and she was out in the middle of nowhere.
I pulled the car over.
"Do you need a ride?" I said.
"Yes," she said.
She wasn't shivering or anything even though she was drenched with freezing rain.
"It's a pretty bad night to be out here in the middle of nowhere," I said.
"Yes," she said, "It was just like this on the night I died."
"Wait, what?"
"Oh, I died on a night just like this night. It was raining a bunch."
"You said you died?"
"Yes. I was alive and then I wasn't, because I was dead."
"Really?"
But before she could answer, she disappeared. The only thing left was her coat and handbag. I got her address off her driver's license and went to her house, and an old lady answered the door and explains that her daughter died on a rainy, rainy night and this is just like, a thing she does. She took the handbag and coat and closed the door. I felt really bad.
The next night I was driving on the same road, and I saw the same ghost hitchhiker woman, and I picked her up again, and she disappeared again leaving all her stuff. I thought about going back to her mom's house again, but since she does this all the time I'd probably be bothering her.
It was really late by this point, and I was tired, and the ghost lady had like thirty bucks in her purse, so I stopped to get some coffee. But the coffee was too hot and I spilled it on myself while driving and crashed my car and died.
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The Very Hungry Pac-Man

One day a mad scientist found Pac Man and mutated him into a gigantic hungry
eating machine!
The results are as follows down below!
On Monday, Pac Man ate 900 power pellots, 16 ghosts, 20 boxed macaroni dinners, a Ford F150, a Chevy Malibou,
and a T-Rex.
On Tuesday, Pac Man ate 40 ghosts, 987 cheesburgers, a rhino, a hippo, and a multi-million dollar
mansion.
On Wednesday, Pac Man devoured the Empire State Bulding.
On Thursday, Pac Man ate himself, and then spit himself out.
On Friday, Pac Man ate a Nintendo Entertainment System.
On Saturday, Pac Man ate the world.
On Sunday, Pac Man ate the universe.
The end
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Category:Vidya games
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The Very Scary Basement of Scary Things That Are Pretty Scary

The moon howled while the wolves shone brightly upon the dim neighborhood. I shuddered in my bed, listening in on the pumpkins resting outside. It was halloween, and I had consumed a lot of candy.
No, wait.
It was Christmas, the day after Christmas, yeah, but it was just as spooky as Halloween. And I went downstairs because...
No, no, hold on.
It was Halloween. Or, like, a week before Halloween? It can't be scary after because everyone has their mind on turkeys and pilgrims or some shit.
Okay, so it was October 21st, and not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Except me. I was stirring. My soup. It was cold and I wanted soup, and I felt like I might get spooked so I made myself soup because you can't get spooked if you drink a lot of soup, that's just the rules, that's how it works.
But then I heard a rattling noise, like someone jangling car keys or massaging a robot. I downed the soup and launched myself out a window, hurdling unto the grass like a true Olympian that I wasn't. I peered towards the basement entrance, which was actually inside the house, and I really had no reason to leap out the window.
After crawling carefully through the shards of broken glass and wireframe, I managed myself into the basement. It was cold, dark, and basement. The stairs made squeaks. It was only upon closer inspection that it turned out that the stairs were made of mice. Thousands of... Mouses. Mice. Just. A lot of mouse. So much.
But I descded. Sorry. Desceded. No. Descented.
Fuck.
Descended
When I hit the bottom, I turned on the light, and the Grim Reaper walked out from the shadows. He looked at me and his face contorted into a lovecraftian visage and he let loose an ear piercing shriek. I was not scared. He asked why. I told him I had soup and he got upset because he did not know I drank soup.
Then I pushed him unto the basement bed (we keep a bed in the basement for the mice) and I banged him all night long.
The end.
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Category:Satire
Category:Holidays
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Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
The Video Game Ghost

Hi. My name is ToonSilver7890, and some weird things have been happening to me...and my video games. It all started a few days ago. I went out shopping, and left my 3DS at my house. Now, it was off and didn't have a scratch on it. I came back, the screen was completely wrecked. I could see the screen...barely...and it said "NEVER AGAIN".
I was really scared. The next day, an error message popped up on my laptop. It said:
"ERROR: It's time, Silver."
I was scared to pieces. There was a picture of me next to it. It's okay, Silver...it's just a hacker. I thought to myself. I WAS on a website with a lot of people, using the name Silver7890.
The next day, I was playing my PS3. I was extremely happy about the whole free LittleBigPlanet thing. When I finished a level, a picture of a dead body showed up. It was naked, and female, lying on her chest. Blood covered her. Then after a few seconds it said "You're next, Silver."
The NEXT day, I was playing LeafGreen. It was completely normal, and I was happy about that. Then, when I got up to face Misty, when I beat her, the sprites had changed...everything was duller, and darker. Then when I went outside, I saw blood coming out of my characters eyes. The water was all blood red. Then the screen went black and a textbox came up and said, "SHE DIED. IF YOU WANT TO LIVE, SILVER, YOU WILL STOP PLAYING THESE GAMES."
Then came today. I was scared about yesterday and LeafGreen, and I didn't play anything. But I saw my Xbox sitting there, with the disc holder open...with Jet Set Radio Future in it.
"Weird, I don't even OWN that game..." I said.
I started playing it, wondering what the consequences would be. I started the game and all was normal. Then the screen started glitching and I saw words. "You shouldn't have, Silver. You failed the test. And on the 4th of July, too. Tsk tsk."
I was really pale, and asked.
"W-What are you gonna do to me?" The TV then replied.
"Ah, if you didn't play JSRF, I was gonna get you a milkshake from McDonalds. But you played it, so you DIE." I screamed.
"God, you can't take a joke. I'll get you a milkshake. And after this, I gotta find someone else who plays games as much as you...I'm the Video Game Ghost, Ya Know?"
So, all in all the ghost never wanted to hurt me. It just wanted to test me and get me a milkshake. Look, I'm just glad this is over, now I can watch fireworks.
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The Visitor

One night a girl was home all alone. She was drinking a glass of wine and watching TV and she decided to go upstairs and go to sleep. She got in bed and started to doze off when ALL OF A SUDDEN she heard a noise. She got up and went down stairs to see what it was. The noise eventually led to the kitchen. The kitchen had a really bad smell to it. She saw that the noise was coming from her oven, so she opened her oven AND HER MOM WAS INSIDE. She had been trying to get out of the oven the whole night. But it cooked her and she was dead and cooked person from where she got cooked. Then, she heard another noise. But this time...
It came from her room...
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The Volatile of DyingLight 2's Garrison

This was quite a while ago, so my memory is quite faint, I had recently gotten a Copy of DyingLight 2 still knowing that I would be running into some bugs, I booted up the game on My Xbox One X and checked it out, it was quite smooth for a game to have been said to have a lotta bugs. After finishing up the intro and moving to The Central Loop, I was pretty hiped and ohh if I had known the things that would be lurking in the darkness.
after a certain point in the game where the surroundings of Garrison where blown up, the Fog and Dust had remained, which many Console Players would know about, I closed the game as it was pretty late at night, the next day I hopped right back in, and to my Shock my Friend was online! I was pretty excited to hang out with him and slay some Virals, until it hit me. My friend passed away due to a car crash a month ago, how is he Online? How is this Possible, questions ran into my mind...
I messaged him ln our Discord confused if I was dreaming, he replied, I asked how he was alive and said nothing and then he went offline, I asked my parents if they could contact my Homies parents, they were confused but complied, later that evening my Mother told me that my pal was still desceased and not an undead walking around the neighbor hood she shook her head.
from there I logged back onto DyingLight 2 and went to explore Garrison, it was night so Howlers were on patrol, I managed to avoid the ground until I accidentaly fell into a Dark Zone, I was pretty chill as it was Night so the Undead were out on the streets, until I had heard footsteps, there was a Volatile, I had thought they only appeared on Level 3 to 4 chases, it didnt spot me although I was confused, the way it acted resembled that of a Human Online Player, more confusing the way it acted was the same as my Friend acted when he pretended to be a Volatile, and then when I saw it up close, The Volatile was soaked in blood and Greenish Goo.
it saw me, it let out a too Human like screech and chased after, this horrified me and I ran
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The Walker

One day in 1997, a 20 year old man purchased a home in British Colombia. The house was near a graveyard. Everybody warned him not to move into the house, but would he listen? No. Anyway, when he moved in, there was a ton of boxes. It looked like a laser tag arena. The first night in his house, the man (we'll call him Cory) fell asleep and was awoken to a song that went: "Mmm,mmm, my tasy dinner'mmm, mmm eat all his innards'yum, yum, he'll fill my tum'he'll fi-ll my tum'he'll fi-ll my tum'but first, I'll cook em' over the fiiiiiirre..." He awoke, and heard this in a whisper. Afterwards, he heard loud thumps, which he decided there were footsteps. Each night, for 12 nights, the footsteps would sound closer, and louder and faster. On the 6th night, the man went to sleep with a camera recording down the hallway. The next morning, he stopped played the footage back. He saw a shadow walk quickly from one pile of boxes to the other, slowly getting closer, until he was at the 6th pile, and then, the song started. For the next 5 days, Cory stayed at a friend's house, and came back home on the 12th night. His friend watched Cory walk into his house, heard a scream and then silence. He walked in, and saw a burnt skeleton on the ground with blood surrounding it. He then heard a raspy voice say: "Desert!". Nobody who walked into the house ever came out...
Originally uploaded in 2011
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The Walking Breasts

It's been 2 years since they ransacked our land. In scores they came, violating our women, capturing our children, killing our men, and plundering our cities. They walked in pairs, conjoined together by a flab of skin, and each individual one walked on small pink or brown feet. Each pair carried one machine gun, which they used to wipe out mass populations. Eventually only a few of us remained. 
I sit in my shelter underground, just below enough that we are hidden but can still hear what is going on in the Earrg above. My son, Melanie, sits near me, and my husband, Patricia, looks up at the ceiling of our shelter. We hear a crack, and my son screams. My husband turns and, pulling out his rifle, smacks my son in the head with the butt of his gun. My son falls to the floor, his blood spilling out of his split-open head profusely as he twitches and makes choking sobs. He is silent and still after a moment. 
"Do you want them to hear us?!" my husband screams at my son, who is being very rude by not responding to his father. My son turns pale as a large pool of blood spreads out to touch my feet on the floor. I squeal, and my husband shoots my son in both eyes. "Don't you dare ever be so rude to your mother again!" he screams. I sit back down, allowing my husband to reprimand my son. The cracking sound we heard becomes a reality as a large chunk of the ceiling splits from the ceiling and falls to the floor, landing near my son. 
They see us. 
The titties.
They first notice us silently. A few have dropped to the ground when the ceiling, their battleground, split off and fell downward. They pull out their machine guns and order us in their lispy to go up or be killed. 
Looking down at my son, my husband asks, "What about Melanie?" 
One pair of the titties shrugs. "Take thim with you!" they declare. 
My husband picks up Melanie and puts him in my arms, and maybe it's his open mouth, tongue sticking out, maybe it's his glazed-over eyes, maybe it's his face in a fit of despair and anguish, or maybe it's the blood that still pours out of his open head wound and into my arms as we are lifted out of the shelter and into a large breast-shaped spaceship with several other survivors, but my son seems more charming to me than ever. I look to my husband. "Where will we go now?" I ask. 
My husband looks into my eyes, and I feel a deep connection between us. 
This is the last thing I see before he slams the butt of his gun into my left temple and screams, "Shut the fuck up!"
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