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Never Anger Concreters

I was walking back from work to my car. I was eating a packet of crisps. I was so engrossed in the salt and vinegar flavour that I didn't notice the wet concrete in front of me.
The cry of, "Whatcha doing ya wanker!?" roused me from my stupor. Along with the sensation of sinking into wet concrete. "I'll fucking have you aye," said the concreter as I ran for my life. The concreters chased after me.
As I stepped on the footpath an amazing thing happened. That footpath also turned into wet concrete. The concreters doing that section likewise took chase.
I jumped in my car to effect my escape. I only made it a short distance before the road turned into wet concrete. Somehow my Yaris made progress through the muck, meanwhile the concreters working on the road began chasing me.
I finally arrived home. Stepping out of my car I felt the familiar sensation of stepping into wet concrete.
I raced up to my bed and jumped in. Only to discover that it too was wet concrete.
My bed has now dried and I'm stuck. It's not so bad. I have the telly and Uber eats. Could someone send the MythBusters to explode all this concrete?
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Category:Satire
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
Never Bother Ghosts

One day a family of three, a mom, a dad and a daughter moved into a house and there was an attack. The mother fled but the dad and the daughter were killed. Years later after the mother remarried, she went into her dead daughter's room to look for something, only to see her daughter skipping around repeating, "Mommy, why did you leave us?" over and over, then all of her daughter's old dolls floated up and chased her all the way to Texas, where the mom changed her name to Mary and continued her life, yet she could never remember anything before she was in Texas. The new man she had married died of unknown causes...
Many years later they found a dead woman in one of the closets of that home, and it was Mary. Behind her head was a sentence carved into the wall:
Do not bother me, or else
THE END?
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Never Changes

I was just walking home with my brother, when I saw the bad man. I saw his face on the piece of paper:
"WANTED: BOB MURDE:SERIAL KILLER"
I was scared of his ugly face, so I went to my big brother. He told me that the bad man wasn't going to hurt me, and that I had nothing to be scared of.
But that dark, stormy night, I heard wood break and a noise in the kitchen. I saw my big brother and that bad man fighting. I got scared and ran to the dark corner. I couldn't see anything there. Lightning flashed, and I saw the bad man about to stab my big brother with a knife.
"I was scared and I didn't know what to do. I panicked and ran towards the man and pushed him. All I saw was white, and then, I fell asleep."
- Witness testimony by Amy Rose Age:9
==Detectives report: John Rose Murder==
The witness was sleeping between during 9:30-12:14 pm when the witness saw the crime occurring, unknown to her. When the lightning flashed. The person holding the knife was actually her brother, Jack Rose. When she pushed the person with the knife, she bumped the head of Bob Murde, causing him to black out due to a slight concussion. However, when Bob was pushed, he was knocked into to a knife rack, causing a falling knife to hit him in the chest, killing him.
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Never Delete

NEVER DELETE
when i beat a pokemon game like always i like to start over it a while later. the title Pokemon Pearl. this game was the oldest i ever had that i play to this day. to my surprise this was my new adventure.
when i went out of my house in the game a person in a hoody. it asked, "do you remember me? i caught that heatran". I chose no. "you sure? I AM BRENT YOU DELETED ME! YOU KILLED ME!" brent yelled. When i thought it was over but Brent dissapered. I saw a graveyard though i knew i shouldn't go i did. i read the gravestones.
Colby 2010-2011 deleted.
Dawn 2010-2012 deleted.
Lappl 2013 deleted.
Brent 2009-2011 deleted.
Scrazy 2012 deleted
scrazet 2011-2012 deleted.
I was devastated all my players from 2009 to 2013! Pokemon black, white, heartgold, soulsilver and even Pokemon pearl. Brent and Dawn came. "So you found out" Dawn said. "so are you sorry?" asked Brent. I chose yes but Brent yelled "LIAR!" then Buried Alive came out of the ground he battled me. good thing i had my partners. Heatran Mamoswine, Suicune, Mewtwo, Salamence and Victreebell. after Heatran, Mamoswine, Mewtwo, Salamence and Victreebell fainted it was finally 1 on 1 but i did beat Buried Alive. He melted into green slime. They graveyard dissapered and i continued. I went to the tall grass and the pokemon i encountered was none over the MissingNo.
MissingNo said "Goodbye" MissingNo made the music loud and changed it to the Lavender town theme. My eyes started to spiral, i barfed until it turned into bile, i pinched myself alot. To this day there has been a mark in my mind it always says "NEVER DELETE".
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Category:Not Sure if Troll or Trying to Be Serious
Category:Pokemon
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Shortpasta
Never Leave a Phone Unattended

It was three in the morning and I was sleeping peacefully when it all started. My cell phone on the nightstand next to me started ringing. I was too lazy to answer it because as I said, it was only 3 am. It eventually stopped ringing after a minute or so, and I went back to sleep, but I had a strange thought in my head that not answering my cell phone wasn't the right thing to do...
I woke up at seven. I decided to see if they the goddamn idiot who was ringing in the middle of the night left any messages. They did. I dropped my glass of water when I saw it. Guess what it said. It said this:
"I will come and kill you..."
Fuck! I thought to myself as I saw it. I shouldn't of left it unattended.
Later at work my phone started ringing again, but this time with a loud scream saying:
"I WILL BLOODY KILL YOU YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!"
I got scared and ran home. When I got home I heard voices saying "This will be your last night on earth asshole!". I tried to open the door and run far away as possible, but the door was locked. I screamed like a maniac and get hitting the door with my fists:
"GET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING PLACE IF ANYONE CAN HEAR ME!!"
Just then I heard the sound of evil laughter and then a tall man with a shotgun strangled me to death, spit on me, and then he shot me. I lay dead as he threw my body out of the window which fell into the neighbours backyard. What's the point of having a life if you die anyway?
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Never Pick Up Abandoned Pokémon Games

It was a hot, summer day. I was 10 at the time, and my friends and I were out on a walk around our neighborhood. We were goofing off, when I noticed a Pokémon Cartridge. Being a fan of the Pokémon games, I ran over to it, without hesitating.
I showed my friends, and we decided to play video games at one of my friend's houses, considering that he had a lot of Gameboy Colors. When we got back, I grabbed a Gameboy and shoved the game in it, because my friends and I were anxious to play it.
The game started. Everything seemed normal until I checked the previous team party. Only a Pikachu and a Bulbasaur were there. I pressed "A" on Pikachu, and to our horror, Pikachu didn't have any eyes. Just deep, black holes staring at us. Blood was dripping out. When I closed that menu and checked on Bulbasaur, only eight words were in its place.
"Look to your left. Look to your right." My friends and I did as we were told, but when we looked back at the screen, the creepy picture of Pikachu was there. I, at this point, was almost crying. Then one of my friends grabbed his Gameboy and tried turning it off.
"The system can not be turned off at this time," it said. After reading that message, he shouted, "Bull Shit! I'll make this go off."?
He tried yanking the cartridge out, but it wouldn't budge. He got a knife to try to pry it out. It still wouldn't budge. On Pikachu's face, it's mouth began to grin in an evil way. He knew that we lost. Then a message appeared. It was from Pikachu.
"Don't try. You already lost," it said. At this point, we were MAD. We began punching it. Slowly, the Lavender Town theme began to play. I found a large rock to smash the screen with.
With a shout of determination, I smashed the horrifying screen. Shards of the GameBoy shattered everywhere. It was a real mess, but I offered to clean it all, but they said they wanted to help me. As we were cleaning, the Lavender Town theme played again. Impossible. The GameBoy was in pieces. Tears gushing out of our faces, I faced a wall and found a note.
"We won't lose. We won't stop playing Lavender Town until you get Lavender Town Syndrome." I screamed, only to my horror, all of my friends were on the floor, dead, with no eyes, just like Pikachu.
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Category:Stupid is as the main character does
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Category:Read by HoodoHoodlum
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Never Play

When I was at the park playing with my neighbor friends, we were playing basketball and then I got bored. Then I talk to my friend Samuel about videogames. Then I was talking about haunted games or creepypastas. And he told me something. He had a Nintendo DS lite and he also had a DS Slot that can have plenty of games with a SD look like chip. He downloaded the ROM of New Super Mario Brothers for the chip. Then he played the whole game; since he is a fan of videogames like Mario and stuff. Then he told me that when he was in the final castle (8-Big Castle) he was getting at the big door and he something weird happened. He said there were tiny letters before entering the door. Then he said it was like a warning saying "I warn you" or Don't go". After that happened the screen turned off. And he turn on the console again and went back to the game. But then a message was there. (You know. Like when the NSMB slot is not inserted well). Instead of saying to turn off the system and insert it right, in one part it said "NEVER PLAY THIS GAME AGAIN". I was surprised about the story and thinked the DS slot (Actually it was a R4) was cursed. But I said "N'ah that's imposible". But I think it had some delayed bugs. But he said also that his ROM of Sonic Rush had something weird like NSMB.
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Category:Wall of Text
Category:Mario
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Category:Old Shit
Never Played It

There is a strange pleasure in being inhuman.
The feeling of taking the life of some enemy in a game. The bestiality of shooting him once or twice with a shotgun, up close. Seeing the barrel of your gun pointing to the front.
The rush that you get when, after you're found, you have to run for your freedom, for your life. The rest of his crew run after you, and you have to hold them back, changing guns to the one that is more useful to you in that moment.
I know you've felt that.
Too bad I never played any of those games.
And the bodies they found, they weren't some characters from a game.
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Vidya games
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Look at me! I'm SO EDGY!
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
Never Rip Paper

Sixteen years ago, Melody loved ripping newspaper. She did it all the time, not a care in the world. She couldn't have cared less about what might have happened.
Melody just ran around getting newspaper from newspaper stands, and she just ended up tearing them apart when she got home again.
Now, at 20 years old, she doesn't rip newspaper any more. She remembers it clearly and she will never do it again. There are reasons why Melody doesn't do it anymore. Poor Melody is scarred for life because of it.
When she was three, she got a major papercut. No one would expect to get such a papercut from a newspaper. A few weeks later, a voice told her to get out of her house. She ran around the house crying. Melody hugged her mother's leg in terror.
Her birthday was on the next day. She had a lot of fun until something was written in blood on the wall. That led to her bathroom mirror shattering. She fainted with cake crumbs on her mouth.
Melody was taken to the hospital. She was treated for a minor concussion. Her mother was extremely concerned about her daughter's health. "Is she going to be okay? Is my Melody going to be okay?"
The doctor nodded his head in silence.
One week later, Melody recovered. Her head still hurt and she couldn't think clearly, but the doctor said she was going to be okay. Her mother drove her home, the dog and the cat in the car. She drove right past their house. "M-Mommy? Awe we going home?" She squeaked.
Then she saw her house was burnt down to the ground. She wasn't really fond of that house, but she was awfully surprised at what she saw. "I'm gwad I didn't ave any stuffies. Am I wight?" Poor little Melody was trying to be optimistic.
She thought, Where are we going to wive now? Mommy won't talk. Awe we going to live at Grandma's?
They drove and drove to her grandmother's house. She saw a newspaper. Melody looked at the scar on her hand from the papercut. She carefully crept towards the newspaper.
There was a criminal man's face on this edition. His eyes followed Melody as she edged closer and closer. The face screamed as Melody touched it, then it bit her. "Eeeeeeeekk!" She screamed with horror.
Many other things had happened in her years:
Two round eyes peered from behind her curtains.
She almost tripped on a knife.
A newspaper screamed and screeched at her.
Plenty of other things had occurred in her years until she was 19, some too distrubing to be mentioned. Melody now rocks in a corner in her bedroom, her grandma's floorboards creaking under her.
She stays home, never goes to school, all alone in her corner, paranoid.
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Never Trust GPS

I wake up from a nightmare. I think those monsters again. I dress up. Eat breakfast. And go to my car to drive to work.
When I was driving through a new place my GPS recommended me. I thought nothing of it. I see a homeless person. He rans towards my car. I use the brakes immediately. He points to the window. I open it.
He screams: "DON'T TRUST YOUR GPS. I AM YOU. FROM THE FUTURE OR THE PAST I DONT KNOW. I DONT KNOW ANYTHING. EVERYTHING IS NOT REAL. DO NOT TRUST YOUR GPS."
I look at him with a terrified face and say with a shaky voice: "Ar-ar-are you on drugs?"
He says this time not screaming: "No I'm not, please trust me. I am you. You like that one spaghetti sauce your mom made when you were eleven. You hated pizza back then."
I say in shock: "How do you know that? My mom didn't even know that."
"Wait" I say in horror "Is that actually myself. But that doesn't make sense! I am me and you are you. But how do you know that?"
"Cause I am you. Don't trust the GPS. Oh, no. They are coming"
"Who is coming?" I say
"Weird. Really. Weird." I think.
I blinked once and he was gone. Just poof. And he's out of existence.
I don't trust him. I follow the GPS.
As I follow it I notice it starts raining. Everything around me is starting to decay. "WHY DID I NOT TRUST HIM" I scream out in terror. I call my family explaining what happened but in the middle of my last call, the sound cuts out. I can't hear anything. I try to facetime. I can't see anymore. I can't feel anymore. I can't breathe anymore. I can't move anymore.
I'm stuck. I can't do anything. I cant remember anything. I can only think, but it's hard. Almost impossibly hard. Out of nowhere I remember the hobo again, or me. I think it was me. I don't care at this point. I am stuck inside my body. Only a mind. Trapped. Inside a body.
Was that really me? Or was it a demon. Giving me a curse. I am still thankful that I'm alive. Or so I think. I don't know.
Do I even exist? Am I even real?
I think about the hobo. He's the only memory I have. Wait. No. I CAN SEE HIS MEMORIES. Wait no! NO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING. I-I-I see him experiencing what I am. Same thoughts. Think about liking pizza. WHY IS HE THINKING ABOUT LIKING PIZZA. Maybe. Maybe it's recording what I feel. That GPS Is in my mind. All I had to do is trust a freaking hobo and I would not be. I don't know what I am. I don't know what is happening. I don't know my name. I don't know my face. I don't know anything. Everything is negative. I'm in negative world aren't I?
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Category:Satire
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Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Never Upload A Tally Hall Shitpost

One day, I decided to join a subreddit on reddit, called "Tally Hall Shitposting" boy, when I tell you that was the biggest mistake I've ever made, I really mean it. I went on pinterest to find a Tally hall image that was a shitpost. It read "Don't post this at 3am!11!!1!!1 or Tally hall will come and kidnap, torture, and subject you to the eldrich horrors!!1!!1!" I chuckled reading it, and downloaded it as a PNG. I should have listened to the person who made the image. I posted it on the subreddit, at 3am just to spite the original image poster. I felt a hand grab my shoulder as soon as it was posted, I didn't even get the chance to look at who it was before a bag was thrown over my head, I had gotten tied up, and was chucked into the back of a van. I heard a familiar voice...wait...is that...Ross Federman? "They should have listened to the OP..." I felt a shudder go down my spine. The back was shut, and we started to drive. I had passed out from shock. When I awoke, I was in a basement, still tied up. I saw the tallies sitting at a table, drinking tea together. I whisper quietly to myself. "Oh boy, it sure would suck if that was evil tea." I looked at the packaging on the table. It read 'EVIL TEA FOR EVIL GENTLEMAN'. I screamed in horror as tally hall noticed me. And grabbed some weapons, starting to beat me with them. Rob had a baseball bat, Bora had a fork, Ross had a knife, Zubin had an ice pick, Andrew had a keyboard, And Joe had a Lego brick. "DON'T POST THIS IMAGE AT 3AM...." They all said in sync, Before I passed out. This was only 1/283773829372629222937392 of the horrors....the lesson of this story...is to NEVER make TALLY HALL SHITPOSTS!!!
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Category:Satire
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:Wall of Text
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Shortpasta
Never do anything whatsoever, any time, anywhere, or something terrible will happen

Lately I've been obsessed with a subreddit called r/nosleep (maybe you've heard of it). The really scary part is that it's all true, even when it seems like it's not! It's really scary you guys.
It's so scary that I've been making a point to follow every single rule. After all, it turns out there is so many ghosts and demons and whatnot waiting to go after you that it would be foolish not to take the advice offered.
It's taken a lot of very serious high IQ research to figure out what you can and cannot do. I've read real true accounts of people getting killed by monsters for such indiscretions as:
Looking out the window
Opening the door when someone knocks
Looking at a stranger
Looking behind them
Going into the woods
Going into old buildings
Getting married
Having kids
Having pets
Receiving a gift
Answering the phone
Going to work
Having parents
Not going to bed
Staying in bed
Answering an ad
Reading a text message
... And many more! So obviously, I now refuse to partake in any of these activities, even the ones that are impossible or contradict each other.
Naturally my walls are now covered with printouts of these very valuable accounts of supernatural encounters, each pinned and interconnected by red wool. It doesn't help me figure anything out, of course, but it made my girlfriend, friends, and family all stop bothering me. Thank god, since all of those things are just hotbeds of paranormal suffering.
So I tried just not existing for a while. Especially at night when all the scariest bric-a-brac line themselves up behind every tree, closet door and friendly face you see. It took a lot of getting used to, phasing out of reality for twelve hours a day, but it's worth it for peace of mind! It's almost indistinguishable from sleep, but since monsters love to murder you in bed I am positive I have managed to obliterate my corporeal form nightly, as there is no way I could survive the onslaught of horrors out to punish our every innocuous thought and action. I would ask someone, but obviously I have chased every single living thing out of my life, for protection.
After a while, though, I realized the truth -- the overlaps are so complete that it's a miracle we haven't all been devoured by incorporeal eldritch shark babies from the 7th dimension (which is obviously Hell's storage room).
So, I just wanted to let you all know.
That I'm on to you.
My research is conclusive: all other human beings, statistically, are almost certainly dead, and now all Redditors are just monsters trying to figure out where the last pockets of precious long pork are hiding. Feigning interest in karma and cake days to lower our guards, shaming us for wanting to know about the rules that protect us when clearly, we should be following every last one.
Anyway, enjoy planet Earth, ghosts n ghouls. It was a good run.
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Category:Satire
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:LONG ASS TITLE
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Never play truth or dare in a public restroom

So there I was looking at my old boring plaid underwear and work boots that made 2 inch callousi on my big toes
I thought I had to go but it wouldn't come out
When out of the brown one of the stalls next to me started a game of truth or dare
I was afraid to jump in because it wouldn't flush but went ahead and said dare
They dared me to go stand in front of the mirror and say "poopy marry" 3 times
And I thought that was silly, but nothing was coming so I did
And nothing happened at all except I felt like an idiot and I think the guy might have put my butt on YouTube
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Potty Humor
Category:Rituwel
Category:Shortpasta
Never watch the spoop channel at 6:66 ppm

So there I was munding my own business as I shit the bed, when my davorite show came on, "Patsy Hunters", *they always nail it to the fall guy*. Little did I know my 512 inch 32k uuuuhhhhhd quantum ray cybernetic alexa television was haunted. The screen was so lifelike ghost like (the brand name Ghosts Good should have been a hint I guess) that I couldn't tell where the monitor ended in the thick fog rolling in.
Suddenly the Patsy Hunters emerged from the fog or tv and started shitting a wall around me. Before I realized what was happening they were applying pee morter and shitting out the last brick of my new prison... and saying they were going to make me pay for the wall in nighmares in my poop prison.
"That's another case solved", I heard in despair, the titular finishing line of the Patsy Hunters, "tune in next week when we catch some people who didn't know how to evade their taxes and became bigfoot hoaxers!"
Now I can't see my tv anymore but alexa keeps laughing and making fart noises. Guys it's not funny when the spoop is on you!
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Category:Potty Humor
Category:TELAVISHUN
Category:TRUE STORY
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta