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Majour Complex Carnage Project. (MCCP)

There have recently been many strange reports on different murders and mysterious disappearances. The police had no idea what was going on, so they went to the Guardian Angels ( Creeypasta hunters ). They believed it was something like the Slenderman but it behaved like a cold blooded murderer. They called it the Majour Complex Carnage Project or MCCP for short.
Everyone was determined to find the MCCP, but, the murders were so random, and in different parts of the world. After a while, people started to give up, until a young man came to them with information.
I was sitting on my bed, listening to music. My wife was down stairs with my two boys. I had the feeling I was beening watched. So I got up and went down stairs, I didn't feel safe in my room. When I got to the kitchen where my wife was, I was shocked. My wife's head was cooking in the oven. Her body was all bloody and cut up.
I could find my boys. I looked everywhere, and then I went outside. They where hanging by their necks. There eyeballs had been cut out and placed in their mouths. I was horrified. Who would do something like this.
Then I saw her. Sitting on the branch my boys hung from. She had medium long brown hair and bright blue eyes that slowly changed red in colour. She wore a black skirt with black leggings. She had a white hoodie and light purple converse shoes. She looked sad, but when she looked at me, she smiled.
2 months later I woke up in hospital. I had awoken from a deadly sleep, and had many strange cuts all over my arms and legs. I asked the nurse what had happened but she didn't know.
All I remembered was that girl.
The man died 3 weeks later, after telling us this information. The girl had felt a message.
This is what she said:
I am the monster that you should fear. You can't see me but I'm always there. I'm a state of mind. I'm a shadow in your room. If your not scared of me prepare to meet your doom. Let's see how scared you are when I'm at the edge of your bed. Oh no, too late, your already dead.
Sincerely yours,
MCCP.
Sweet dreams, I'll see you tonight.
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Cliche Madness
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Read by MichaelLeroi
Category:Read by HoodoHoodlum
Category:Shortpasta
Making 'Em Even

I used to build treehouses a long time ago. And there was this one girl, this one piece of shit, that I will never forget. We worked on that treehouse ladder every weekend, and I would pull her aside and say "come on, tonight's the night we make em even." And this wasn't one of those deep-down "I am making them even" set-ups — we get a lot of those — but not this. Nothing we could do.
One night the call comes in and it's the usual crap. Not making em even kind of thing. So I cuff her, put her in the car and away we go. Only that night, we're driving into town, and this sideways asshole is in my back seat saying "but I wanna do it." And it just rubbed me wrong. So instead of left, I go right, out into nowhere. And I kneel her down, and I put my revolver in her mouth, and I told her, "You are done" And she's crying, going to the bathroom all over herself, swearing to God she's going to make em even. Screaming ... as much as you can with a gun in your mouth. And I told her to be quiet. Cause I needed to think about what I was going to do here. And of course she got quiet. Goes still. And real quiet. Like a dog waiting for dinner scraps. And we just stood there for a while, me acting like I'm thinking things over, and Princess Charming kneeling in the dirt with shit in her pants. And after a few minutes I took the gun out of her mouth, and I say, "So help me if you don't make em even again I will such-and-such and such-and-such and blah blah blah blah blah".
Just trying to do the right thing. But two weeks later she didn't make em even. Of course. She was making a mess. We got there, there was so much uneven steps you could taste the wood. The moral of the story is: I chose a half measure, when I should have gone all the way. I'll never make that mistake again.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Copypasta
Category:Satire
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
Makke375

From a VERY obscure newspaper written in 20XX.
__NOTOC__
==The Livestreamer from HEAVEN.==
once there was a livestreamer in Twitch.tv called Makke375.
i liked to watch his streams very often cos he was sou funi. and he had a friend called Leppunen and they usually would stream together with skype, but they once didn't even talk durning a stream and makke didn't do anything. and then the stream ended.
and then it came up again and makke said in a normal sounding voice: "sorry, guys. my internet crashed." and then i laughed it off with tons of Kappas and smiled. and then JUST after that makke's eyes turned weird and he started smileing with a demonic expression. his expression almost scared me enough to shut the stream down and listen to "sunshine, lollipops and rainbows". but i couldn't do this because my mouse just ran out of batteries, and my internet crashed. but even if my internet crashed, the stream still continued to play. and makke started to turn his head over 360 degrees, over and over and over! then the stream quality dropped from "Best" to 120p i was terrified!
Well, almost... and then the audio stuttered and after 20 seconds, just stopped. and then the stream went black and then makke's facecam appeared and makke shouted: "GOOD NIGHT HONEYBIRD" and then the stream ended, but after that there appeared a message in the chatbox "Nightbot: GOOD NIGHT HONEYBIRD!!!"
then i was redirected to a twitch error page. and i couldn't find makke's channel anymore.
and after that i've never heard from makke sience. OR HAVE I? DUN DUN DUUNNNNNNN!!!
==The SECOND encounter.==
Just a few days after the weird stream, i got a new buddy-request in skype. it said Makke375 but sience it happend after about 5 days i didn't remember nothing about makke's stream anymore. so i accepted the request and makke said: "NEW STREAM IN 18:30. BE THERE." and then my skype crashed. and when i went to see the stream, i just saw makke lying dead in his bed. and then my computer crashed, my lights went out and i died.
==The THIRD ENCOUNTER!!! :0==
One day, when i totally forgot about Makke... I GOT MAIL :0 OMG! it was a offering from SonicAds.
i declined it. And then i got an eMail from nightbot headquarters :o it said: "Dear Mr.*Censored*, we here at nightbot would like to invite you to a special party at: 123 Fake st. and we excpect you to be there..."
SO, ofcourse i went there! but as soon as i opened my front door, Makke was there and he killed me with his PINGAS. then i almost died. and then i died. at that moment i knew that twitch.tv's Chat-servers was down.
BUT HOW COULD I DO THAT? I'M DEAD!!!!!!     sorry about the inconvinience >:3 I'm so very, very, very, very sSs.. sFUCK YOUUUUUU!! AND THAT WAS THE END OF DAT STORY. AND IT'S LIKE TOTALLY REALAöISTIC AND TRU.
==The FOURTH COMING!!! :0==
are you a car?
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Im died
Category:English Class Failure
Makuhita.avi

When I was watching the 49th episode of Kirby: Right Back at Ya!, known as Kirby Takes the Cake, a Japanese mailwoman known as Yoshiko Fujimori stopped at my house and sent a VHS case. It was labeled "Makuhita", directed by Dilshod Ahmedov.
I thought it was confused with a Pokémon with a same name, but I opened it. I put the tape on a VCR and I watched it.
The focus of my attention is guided (and mocked) by pointers moving through the screen.
The tape ended. I received a paper by the same mailwoman. It said:
"だんな：
私はあなたの家に止まって、あなたのためにVHSのケースを送った。 それは「マクノシタ 」と言った。 それはあなたを害する妨害コンテンツを含んでいます。 あなたがテープ全体を見るならば、それを破壊するだけです。
私はあなたに警告しています。
署名された、藤森佳子。"
Translated:
"Sir:
I stopped at your house and sent a VHS case for you. It said "Makuhita". It contains disturbing content which will harm you. If you watch the whole tape, just destroy it. I'm warning you.
Signed, Yoshiko Fujimori."
I just destroyed the tape and I had nightmares about this video.
If you ever find a copy of this tape, just don't watch it or stay away from it.
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:I CAN HAZ TRANSLATION?
Category:File Extensions
Category:Shortpasta
Malice Cooper

I was walking down a street, when I saw Alice Cooper, but he was turned away from me. I went up and said "Hi." His head turned around ve-e-e-ry slowly, exorcist style, revealing that he had black eyes. He grinned, revealing EVIL SHARP TEETH, before saying "I am Malice Cooper" in a really deep voice. It was scary at the time, but in retrospect, he could've at least scratch me, since that was 20 years ago, and I still haven't seen him again.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Beings
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
Malicious Code

In the late 90s, a malicious file began appearing in many people's email inbox. The email had the subject "Los Angeles" and the sender line was blank. The date sent was September 10, 1990. The actual text of the email was appeared to be random numbers.
Most people regarded it as spam and deleted it. However, they would soon receive the email again. The more frequently it was deleted, the more frequently it would appear in the recipient's inbox. It seemed as if the email was begging to be read all the way through, pleading, moaning.
At some point, for many people, they would grow angry at the persistent email. Even blocking the sender couldn't stop the email from getting through. Some people chose to respond to the email, but only received the same scrambled numbers back. Some chose to create a new email, but even that wouldn't prevent them from receiving it.
Finally, a very few who grew tired of the constant barrage actually sat down and read every number from the first to last, trying to figure out what was going on. It was more than just spam; it was something important. Something serious. Why else would it be continuously sent?
An uncountable amount of time was spent trying to decipher the meaning behind these numbers, but for the unlucky people who chose to attempt it, they only failed. Interestingly, anyone who tried never gave up. They continued to pursue this deciphering, whatever the cost.
It wasn't until a year later that strange effects started to appear in those who had been reverently studying the code. Sudden outbursts were the main symptom, these usually occurring after reading the code fully. Other times, they would lay on the floor and spin around but just as quickly stand up. The final effect of reading the code, however, was always the same.
Rage. Uncontrollable rage. These people would soon attack anyone who came near them, attempting to reach into the mouths of their victims and pull out their throats from the inside. Many people died because of this.
The sudden bursts of murders caused from this malicious code finally caught the government's eye. On May 20, 1996, they finally managed to cease this email from sending any more to any addresses.
This was not the end of it, however. The government was interested. A list of numbers that could drive a man mad was something that held great potential. Giving this code to their experts - who had signed away their lives, knowing the risk - they waited for the results of how it worked and its meaning.
To their surprise, they quickly received an answer. The code was not just random numbers. It was a program that could play an audio file. They quickly put this program together in functionality and played the audio it held. What they heard was revolutionary. It was beyond what they ever expected to hear. It drove them mad.
Pressing play, a familiar, horrible voice began to say the following words: "Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down-"
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air
Category:Old Shit
Mama's A Monster

Hello, my name is Julia, when I was probably around 8 I went to a fun fair. It was berenstain bears themed!
Everything seemed normal until I came to a stand, it was a little game about watering flowers with a water gun, and who ever won would get a new book called “the Berenstain Bears find themselves”, the title seemed a bit off to me, but the cover was the Berenstain Bears on a vacation, so it seemed normal enough…
Boy was I wrong! 
I ended up winning the book!
I started reading it later that day,
It appeared to be some kind  of  “early reader chapter book” since I was pretty young, I  enjoyed it…. at first….
the story went something like this: Papa bear and Mama bear decide to go on a vacation  to the beach with sister and brother, they drive for a LONG time whilst sister complains and brother bear plays on a Nintendo DS like console,  (keep in mind this was the late 2000s) brother hands her his console and it keeps sister entertained… 
At least for a bit… 
Sister eventually gets bored after brother’s video 
game after it died
Brother decides to play the License plate game,
They see multiple cars with silly license plates, like CHILL-09, MOMSTER, HEART-09 and FIFTY-3 and DIE-2009- right about at “DIE-2009” I got nervous, the year was 2009 after all, but I pushed on, 
Suddenly, Papa bear stopped the car…. 
He stared into Mama bear’s eyes, and said “kids, you need to run…” in all of the berenstain bears books I had EVER read… I had NEVER seen Papa bear have such fear in his eyes….
Papa continued, “I’m sorry, there’s something wrong with your mother,” he said “I’ve never seen more animalistic RAGE in her eyes” “I will distract her, if I don’t…” he sighed with tears in his eyes “she will kill you too”  
I was a pretty morbid kid already, and I wanted to see what would happen next,  
Both sister bear and brother jumped out of the car, running at full speed. mama grew large claws, she held papa by his neck and then squeezed it, he struggled for air for a second than died.
after he had fallen to the ground, she carved a pentagram into his forehead.
his eyes went hollow and his fur and skin rapidly decomposed. He reanimated with a demonic shriek. 
There was obviously pain in sister bear’s eyes… she had seen her mother BRUTALLY murder her father. She began to cry.
“Sister! Keep running” brother panted.
“Come on!” Brother called and panted. 
Overcome by grief, sister fell to the ground,
“TAKE ME MY DEAREST GOD” she cried.
“SAVE ME, RAPTURE ME MY DEAREST JESUS CHRI-“ her cries were cut off by Mama bear slitting her throat.
Brother ran at FULL speed to his grandmother’s house, where he locked the gate out front. Mama split the gate in half with her claws. And the story ended there. 
I took the book to my mother, who was mortified, 
we returned to the carnival the next day, but the stand we got out book from was GONE.. the end.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Animulz
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:English Class Failure
Mambo Number 666

One day, I turned on a song that my friend recommended to me. Its album cover had that half-breed Lou Bega with devil horns, and it said "Mambo Number 666" at the bottom of it. It had a black background, just like Bega did. I was concerned that it would suck, but I took the disk out and played it on the stereo.
The song started with a musical interlude, and you heard Lou Bega counting down. He said for his friends to come into his car and drive to the liquor store. However, he rigged a car bomb, and it killed all of them. He started singing to the dead vestiges: "A little bit of Monica... a little bit of Erica... a little bit of Rita... a little bit of Tina... a little bet of Sandra... a little bit of Mary... a little bit of Jessica... and a little bit of you makes me your killer!" I wanted to shut the song off, but my machine broke. All I heard was the song looping over and over again. I decided to commit seppuku with a cucumber to end my suffering. But I have not yet said my last words. "Shrek is love. Shrek is life". Then, I jutted the green sabre into my abdomen and a mixture of the yellow pickle juice and blood gushed down my body as I stood over the gramophone. It dripped onto the machine, electrocuting it and my body. When I arrived in Hell... oh sheeyat! It was Lou Bega, holding a pitchfork, and when he noticed who I was, he closed the gates of hell and spit a fat loogie on me.
The End.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Music
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Suicide
Category:Shortpasta
Mamma Satan Luigi

I'm at a a yard sale but then there was a VHS that said "Mama Satan Luigi" on it and then when I watched it. after there was strangely a glob of blood on the mat and I wondered "Did he just murder someone?" and then my pictures changed to other creepypastas like smile.dog and Red Mist and other stuff. Then weegee appeared and told me to obey and I becomed a weegee clone.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Mario
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Wall of Text
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
Man.avi

That video clip was the scariest shit I ever saw.
I found it in a forum looking for a perfect music for my school project; I saw the file comp
ressed in a .zip file named Dramatic.zip. I thought "this looks EPIC" and started to download the file.
What were in the extracted folder were just 2 files, man.avi and truth.txt.
Truth.txt had a lot of people's names and addresses and ended each line with a dead con
firmation that stood either DEAD or LIFE. I thought this was just a stupid prank made by hackers.
The other file named man.avi was a very mysterious file; it had an icon of static.
I played it and saw it.
Wonder what I saw? Well, I'm going to tell you what i saw:
The video clip lasted about 6 minutes and 6 seconds. The first part was actually a video cli
p about some friends in a high school going down stairs and doing pranks. The video had extremely low quality and was surrounded by static so it was almost impossible to know what's going on. The first part lasts for 2 minutes.
The second part shows a girl standing quietly right next to a window in a very dark room. This part shows this in 3 minutes and the last 5 seconds the girl in the clip smiles demonic and get's red eyes. The last part with lasts about 1 minute and 6 seconds shows an clip where the high school boys is having a game about who haves the biggest balls to go in to a VERY dark room. The clip continues which one boy goes into the room and never comes back. The others seek help but there is no one else in the school.
The other boys proceed to walk into the room with the camera man after them. The clip suddenly stops with static and comes back with the boys in the room. A man comes out of nowhere, and takes a knife to their heads. The clip stops in an extremely split-second showing the man's face and the clip ends with static.
The man in the clip has been reported for murder but they never found him.
It has been myths that he is still in the school... looking for the boys' families.
Forgot to lock the door? Look behind you.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Beings
Category:File Extensions
Category:English Class Failure
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Old Shit
ManBat

Manbat comes in the night. He is like mothmann, butt so much cooler and scarier. He has huge glowy red eyes, scarryer than mothmann, and really big bat-like leathery wings. He has appeared before every single gigantic tragety like when the bridge blew up and when there was a shooting and stuff. He is NOT BATMAN! My sister is stupide... Butt he is so totally awesomely scarry and he is like awesome. He eated me and I is dead but I came back to life and made a TV show of him called Batman.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Blatant Ripoffs
Category:Im died
Category:Shortpasta
Man and His Mirror

Ryan was an attractive, albeit self-centered and narcissistic man living in Las Vegas, Nevada. He lived entirely in his second-floor apartment, only leaving to get groceries, his part-time job, or for a speed-dating event.
He was usually found on his computer gaming, or admiring himself in various ways in his bathroom. When he finally got enough money to get a Planetside account, he spent countless hours on Planetside killing people and raiding bases. After a few days of the usual routine of wake up, eat, Planetside, mirror, Planetside, eat, sleep, he decided to do something else for a change. He went internet surfing, more specifically he used StumbleUpon, an addon for Firefox. He didn't find anything too interesting, other than one website named www.null.fif, which contained a virus and a hack for Planetside. He was ecstatic, since he was having trouble soloing a clan base.
He quarantined and deleted the virus, a Trojan Horse and downloaded the file. It was a folder with the .exe and (what he assumed to be) visual instructions. He didn't want to screw it up, so naturally he watched the video, labeled Watchme.avi. It started with basic instructions showing what he needed to do. After he followed exactly what the video did, he noticed the video was three minutes longer. Before he launched the trainer/hack, he watched the rest which turned out to be a simple screamer of Jeff the Killer, captioned with "Go back to Mexico you stupid fuck" in capital letters. He launched the hacked Planetside executable, and played for around 4 hours until he started getting tired. He drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep. When he woke up, the first thing he did was go to the restroom. He looked in the mirror and noticed something different. "I look different, but I can't put my finger on it," Ryan said.
He shrugged it off as he went into the kitchen to eat. After a few more days of the same routine, he noticed a slight odor that smelled horrible. He looked in the mirror again, and he knew something was wrong. "I look like a corpse!" He racked his mind as to what could have happened. "Maybe it was the screamer, it could have been more than just some stupid video. I've read enough Creepypasta to know where this is going." While pacing around, worried about what may happen, he sees something out of the corner of his eye.
"Could that have been..? Nah, I-I'm just paranoid." Another two days later, the stench gets much stronger, and his face and arms start to turn a greenish color, and by this point the face was becoming more clear. "I need to do something soon, or this is going to kill me!" Ryan said. He looked it up, tried everything he thought of, just to get rid of the curse. "Maybe I should contact a paranormal specialist, they can help." Ryan went to a medium for help, but to no avail.
Another week later, Ryan was found by his landlord, he hung himself from his shower head.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:Vidya games
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Old Shit
Man at the Urinal

It was a cold night. I was driving my pickup truck down to the mall to do some shopping. My neighbor had told me about a deal on a 4k TV I'd be a fool to pass up.
I pull into the parking lot and find a space to my liking - one that has a sort of grassy area adjacent to it. I like spaces like this one so if I park poorly it isn't as disruptive to others. I stood outside my truck admiring my parking job. Three out of four wheels in the space: score. It was at this time I realized I needed to use the restroom.
This was my biggest mistake.
I entered the bathroom and approached the urinal. I began peeing when someone else came in the restroom. The scoundrel stood at the urinal right next to me. He made a grunting sound, then began to stare at me. His body began to shift and he started peeing all over my shoe. I looked at the man who was staring at me, smiling, peeing on my shoe.
"Why... Why are you doing this?" I managed to ask.
"I hate shoe."
He disappeared in thin air. One moment there... Then.... Gone.
I haven't used the restroom since. That was 5 years ago.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep