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The Skellingtons of Nosleep

I was on nosleep about to post a story when i got the amazing idea to just post one here instead. so i began to type a story. it was going to be about a dog who flew to the moon to meet with a creepy skellington and the skellington would be so creepy. i was like "SPOOKY SCARY SKELLINGTONS COME CREEPING DOWN YOUR SPINE" and i pressed enter on "submit a story" i waited 3 minutes while my slow interweb connected to the freakin site. I pressed enter again. The page went blank.
"YOU SHOULDN'T DO THAT." the computer said in bold letters. I screamed and grabbed my teddy bear Carlos. Once my heart stopped punching my ribcage I set Carlos down and pressed send again. Carlos shook his head at me and said "stupid human. this is why u always die in movies." i slapped him and pressed send again. The page went blank again. this time it said "I AM THE VOICE OF NOSLEEP. STOP MAKING FUN OF US." i laughed and Carlos hopped of of my bed. "You're on ur own in this one." he said and left. I shrugged. Who needed Carlos, anyways? Carlos left and I finally got the story to send. I clicked on it to see if anyone had liked it in that two seconds.
But it only said five words "LOOK BEHIND YOU."
That wasn't what I wrote. But i felt the need to look behind me. I'm sorry I ever did. Behind me was a giant skeleton with a creepy inhuman grin. I asked him how he could smile without flesh.
He said "I am nosleep. You didn't listen. Now you must die." I screamed and Carlos came in with a large gun. He shot a hole through the skeleton's skull. The skeleton turned into a pile of bones. "Thanks!" I said. Carlos growled. He shot a hole through my head too. I looked at my body as I began to fade away.
I was spooky skellington too.
When I woke up I had a T-Shirt on with the words "Nosleep employee" on it. I was sitting in front of a monitor with the words "Begin your website training now." I clicked the button.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Skeletons
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
The Skellingtons of Nosleep Part 2

stamp. slide. click. stamp. slide. click.
This was all my first day of being a nosleep emplyee consisted of. Filing papers away. Stamp the date, slide it over, staple. Stamp the date, slide it over, staple. By hour two I was sick of this. I yelled out to the people around me. Skellingtons, doing nosleep's dirty work. "WHAT ARE THESE PAPERS?" I yelled. The guy next to me shrugged. "You're a newbie, huh? Well these are rejected nosleep stories. Stories the mods have removed. We stamp, slide, and staple them. Once done they're archived. What's your name?" he asked. I stuck my head back, an incrediculous look on my face.
"Employee number 1801231. Duh." I said. He laughed, shaking his balding yet shiny head. "That ain't ur name stoopid." he said, eyes turning into black oasises. I gulped. He leaned closer to me, the outside world fading away, a gravely noise rising, his head twitching. Until he suddenly stopped and everything returned to normal. I choked on a terrified cough.
"So, what's your name?" he repeated. What was my name? I guessed. "Jose." I answered. He laughed. Finally, he continued his work. I let out an exasperated breath and began to stamp, slide, click all over again.
It was finally lunch time. We had paper for lunch. Rotting stories that had been archived. Each at least 11 months old. They had a sour taste to them. Dusty. Once they were resting between my rib cage i would pick them up and eat them again. Never curing my unending hunger. I wet my bones with water, gulping it down. The dude from earlier laughed at me. "Newbie." he said. I looked at him. "You can't eat anything." I set my glass down and looked away in shame. I couldn't eat!
A skelly pulled me aside, shoving a phone in my face. "You have a call." he insisted, jutting it forward. I slowly took it. "Hello?" the person said, voice grumbly as if he'd said it many times.
"Hello?" i answered. The voice sighed. "It's Carlos." Carlos said. "I'm sorry for shooting you and sending you to Nosleep. It wasn't nice. But you left me no choiceYOU POSTED THAT STO-" I removed the phone from my face and listened to him ramble. The phone smiled at me, words appearing saying it's name was "Phone." I smiled back. Carlos was finally done. "Carlos." i said. He groaned. "Wat?" he asnwered.
"Can you get me outta here? i h8 it." i begged. He laughed. "Yeah right. But... I might have an idea."
He hung up and the skelly pulled the phone away, gripping my shirt. "There's no room for Newbie's like you." he grunted into my ear. I shoved him away. "Sure." i said. He clanked his boney fingers around my neck. "Don't go in the water." he warned, and vanished. I laughed. What a dimwit.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Skeletons
Category:Unnecessary Sequels
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
The Skelly House

In a small town in the southern United States, there is a white beat up house. If you go inside the house, you will see a closet-like structure in the back of the living room. Knock on it 3 times fast and three times slow and say the words "Quality Standards, Lol".
And then a LOLSKELETONS will pop out.
Category:And then a skeleton popped out
Category:Rituwel
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Shortpasta
The Slender Dog

What I am going to divulge with you dear sir, tis the things of insanity but I ask of you to consider our relationship. Have I ever strayed from being a person of logic and rigour. Very well good sir, let me unweave tis tale for my soul is carrying a heavy burden.
I at age 6 years was given the task to walk our great hound across the old meadows near my farmhouse. He was a juvenile beasts, always tugging against his master's hold. I disposed the old dog and would be more than satisfied to see him rid off my company.
Yet being only the master of the farm, what choice did thy have but to endure such laborious tasks.
The day was faint and clouds seemed to hold prejudice unto the sun, blocking out it's godly rays and casting the Hound and I in temporal bleak surroundings. It t'was at this junction that the Dog stopped dead in it's tracks.
"Be moving" I commanded yet the hound stood it's ground firm.
It's eyes focused on the shrubbery that lay just a few feet yonder. The Mutt's ears stood erected. I felt a chill as the wind gave up course and we were left in silence together.
The shrubs began to rustle and move like shadows dancing on the surface of water, captured between a torch light and the moon, before returning to thy lover's fearful eyes. In other accounts you could just attest that the Shrubs began to move.
From out of shadow stepped a tall slender man in height. He wore not that of a farmer's garments but of an official. His suit as black as charcoal. His long fingers held a chain of sorts. My eyes followed the chain and there to my horror did I see...
A slender dog walked side by his side indeed.
Paws as large as boots.
Claws as sharp as a sparrow's tail.
A nose long and a snout disfigured.
Eyes missing and a cordial suit tis beast was dressed in.
Wounds for an ear.
Myself and the Hound became statues carved in fear. The words of children sang instead of the breeze, their tones a dreadful deadening wheeze but sang they did and clear.
"Slender dog... the slender dog is here"
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Bad Fanfiction
Category:PROOF DAT SLENDURMAN EXUSTS
Category:Animulz
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
The Slender Mayonaise

A tall dark man peered from behind the counter of the Giant food store I was at. I had to check out the food I was buying, just your average milk, bread, and lunchmeat. I went over to him, since, all of the other lines were packed. It was strange that no one came to him. I lined up my food, he stared down, and asked “Got no Mayonaise?” I looked at him in confusion, as he said “Everyone’s buying the new mayonaise, it’s supposed to be 10 times better then original mayonaise. I bought the mayonaise since, well, everyone was buying it.
The next day, I got home from work, craving a sandwich. I remembered the mayonaise I got from the store the day before, I spread the mayonaise. There wasn’t a lot in that tiny jar I used it up.
I took a bite in my sandwich and I screamed as Black stuff started coming out, and a tall disfigured man stood at the doorstep..”Enjoy your Slender Mayonaise..hehehe”, he disappeared.
Then I knew..
It was Slenderman.
 on September 20, 2012
Category:Trollpasta
Category:EVIL FOOD
Category:PROOF DAT SLENDURMAN EXUSTS
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Old Shit
The Slender Sphinx

Many Many Years ago, 1345, The Devils Hodge, also known as "Halloween" debuted into our world. There were 7 Men, In goat Skin covered in blood, And Two Horns Decked Into the Goat Head. They were ALL responsible for the "Festivities" to take place In this fascinating event. But, spectators would later find out, that all of the special things planned for this, was just a Grotesque, and Devious.....You know. Everyone Murdered, and impaled by these here Men. But, many of the surviving spectators, would later recognize this event as "The Nightmare On Elm Wood" and later known, as "Halloween" which Means The Devils Day Of reckoning, In German.
The 7 men were never seen Again, not because of the very event that took place In Jurker, Germany. But someone, or SOMETHING took them away, For expire talk Purposes so to speak. You may know him as The SlenderMan, A Huge And Terrifying Entity, that still exists In our world. But, The Men would know him by One named "Der Rotenghotfo" which means "The Big Demon" in German. It is unknown where IT has taken them, but I know only one thing, it was not a safe place. After the men were taken, The Slender Man used a spell, To get them into a deep trance. Which, Left them dazed, confused, and have a Urge to serve the Slender Man, as if IT were their own flesh and blood.
In just a few short years, The Men were back to normal, but now belonged to The Slender Mans Hands. They were probably the first Proxies, Ever used by IT and they proved to be successful. 1360, A Terrible Sickness struck all over Europe, including Germany and this was a clear advantage, for The Slender Man and his Proxies. The Sickly people, were too helpless to stop Them from wreaking havoc on there lives, And destroying their Villages. One village, in particular, had a population of about 189, and every single one of them, died at the hands of these remorseless monsters.
But, Their was soon a slight bump on the radd for them, as they came across "Düsseldorf" a Commonwealth with a population of about 230 Thousand People! The people in Disseldorf were Intelligent, they were aware of the threat that was wreaking havoc across Germany, so they were prepared, and Formed a Militia Army, trained with the best KNOWLEDGE of fighting, and tactics. Once they saw the Slender Man And his proxies Near thief village, They Ordered the Militia army to Attack...But nothing was there. Then, Out of nowhere, The slender man and his Proxies Kidnapped athe villagers, And bOom! dead. (To Be Continued).
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:PROOF DAT SLENDURMAN EXUSTS
Category:TOTALLY NOT UNFINISHED U GUIZE
Category:English Class Failure
The Sloshed Train Driver

Can a man's soul be contained in an inanimate object? It seems so, as that's what happened to me. I should start from the beginning, however.
One day, I was very distraught at the amount of trolls and bronies on the Internet. I just told them to fuck off, all of them. I guess I was feeding them, but I didn't care, they made horrid crappypasta and I wanted to speak my mind. One of the trolls took a shot at my ego, and it worked. I was crushed, my life started falling apart, and I slowly became an alcoholic.
A few days later, after my life was crumbling I went to my job as a train driver, however, I was sloshed at the time, and made it crash. What a fool I was. When it crashed, it split in two. I saw the bits of shrapnel flying through the air in slow-motion, as if time had stopped, just for me to watch myself die, all the more slowly. First, a shard of glass lodged into my eye, the pain was excruciating. Second, a piece of the track impaled my liver, which was probably yellow by now, but it still hurt like hell. Third, a flying piece of metal from the wheels crushed my skull. I was going to die. Everything faded to black.
I awoke several days later, in a daze. I was confused "Why am I living? Where am I?" I shouted into the dark room. I couldn't make out many details besides the boring looking gray bed, and the metallic floor covered in loose wires. I heard a voice from the darkness "Ahh, I see that you've awoken," it said. The lights turned on. I was in some sort of large warehouse, with strange machines and stones covered in runes. The strange voice didn't show its body, however and said "You see, we just did the impossible. By saving you, we've combined technology and magic." And then I realized. I felt the back of my head. It was metal...
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Inside Jokes
Category:Ghoooosts
Category:Im died
Category:English Class Failure
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:YT Readings
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
The Small Dark Room

You wake up in a small dark room.
You feel around for a light switch until you find it.
You flick on the switch to gasp at the horror you see.
There are dead body parts spelling out your name.
Terrified you look for an escape route.
The vents in the room aren't real and the window has been sealed off by bricks.
You spot a door but, it's locked.
You start panicking.
Then you loud footsteps from outside the door.
You put your ear to the door.
But as soon as you do a skeleton pops out haha just kidding.
Anyways a ax breaches the door and a crazy man bashes into the door knocking it down.
You are so scared that you piss yourself.
As soon as you do that the crazed man speaks.
"You body will now spell the name of my next victim."
The man slowly lifts up the ax and swings downward.
You dodge the ax and run out the door and keep running only to be shocked to discover that the man's entire house has dead bodies everywhere. You reconigize one of the bodies as your Uncle and you notice a head on a lamp which appears to be your mother.
Your start crying and you say to yourself "what the fuck is going on."
You hear the man laughing, "There is nowhere to hide or run you're fucked."
You find a door of course it's locked but you see a window that isn't sealed. It won't open so you bash through it you make it outside with glass in your shoulder and leg you start to limp away.
When you see the crazed man behind you.
You run out in the middle of the street and so does the crazed man but, as soon as he does a taxi hits him.
The taxi driver gets out seeing if the crazed man is alive but, he's dead so the taxi driver calls the police.
The police come by put a blanket on you and drive you to the station for questioning.
You tell them your story and they tell you that the killer was a family member of yours.
Shocked you say who.
And they tell you it's your biological father who escaped from a Asylum 3 weeks ago.
They also tell you that he killed every single on of your family members except you and your sister.
They let you go and you just feel relieved that you survived this ordeal.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Old Shit
The Small and Hairy Cock

Whose cock is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch him frown. I cry hello.
He gives his cock a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The cock is small, hairy and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducts that weep.
He rises from his bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.
Category:NSFW
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Morons Attempting Poetry
Category:Shortpasta
The Smart-Phone

Chase: It all started when I was walking outside to get the mail. Then I spotted a phone laying on the ground. I picked it up and brought it inside. I showed the phone to my mom and asked if I could keep it. She said "yes". I was so happy because I really needed a phone. After a while I realized it was an iPhone 5. I booted up the phone and plugged it into iTunes. I hit restore and then the phone erased all its data. After an hour of setting it up I downloaded a couple of apps. I decided to test out Siri. 
"Hello Siri" I said. 
"Hello Chase" replied Siri. 
"That was weird how does Siri know my name." I thought. 
Anyway I decided to ask it a question. 
"Siri text Jake that I found an iPhone 5 and that I'm on my way to his house." I said. 
The phone did its stuff and texted him the message. I tugged the phone in my pocket and went outside. My bike was exactly where I left it. I got on my bike and start pedaling towards Jake's house.
Once I got there I found Jake waiting for me by the door. 
"Hey man can I see the phone." asked Jake. I pulled the phone out of my pocket. 
"Cool." said Jake. 
We entered his house and went in his room. While I scrolled through my apps I noticed an app I never had before. The app read "The Curse". I had no idea how that app got there so I clicked it. Then the app crashed and brought me to the home screen. "This app sucks" I said. I pressed down the app so I could delete it but there was no delete button on top of the app. I decided to just ignore the app.
"So wanna play some Minecraft." asked Jake. 
"Sure." I replied as I shut down the phone and put it in my pocket. 
After about an hour of playing Minecraft I decided to go to my house. When I got to my house the phone vibrated. I pulled it out of my pocket and on the screen it showed a map a red dot and a green dot. The red dot was extremely close. I turned around and realized that the guy had a chainsaw and that he was the red dot. That was the last thing I saw before everything went black.
Jake: The police called me and I rushed over to Chase's house. The police told he was murdered. On the ground I noticed the iPhone he found displayed a message saying, "Check your phone Jake". I pulled out my Samusang Galaxy S4 and noticed a new app. The app read "The Curse".
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:Im died
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
The Smiler

It all started a while ago in 1998, when a man wouldn't stop smiling. His days were getting worse and worse, and the worse they got, the more he smiled. His friends told him to stop, but he wouldn't. one day it got so bad that his smile stuck to his face. His friends told him he was crazy because it was impossible for a smile to stick to a man's face.
One night, his friends decided it was the end for his smiling, so they tore off a blade of a pair of scissors, and they snuck into his house and cut his face off. Later, he bled to death. After they buried his body, they left the town.
When his spirit rose up, all you could see was a creepy smile in the dark, carrying a bloody blade of a pair of scissors. He kills anyone who smiles too much by cutting their face off with the blade. He leaves them to bleed to death in their sleep. If you've ever seen a face in the dark, or a bloody blade of a pair of scissors, one night, he'll come for you.
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Ghoooosts
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Read by HoodoHoodlum
Category:Shortpasta
The Smurfs: Lost Episode

I was a fan of the Smurfs. You know, the little blue guys, originally starred in cartoonist Peyo's comic "The Magic Flute", and later got their own cartoon show, and even 2 movies! Now, what you may not know, a lost episode was created to reflect Peyo's inner, shall we say, surrealistic nature. I was rummaging through the basement, finding many great things in boxes such as unopened LEGO Castle and Town sets, and old VHS tapes, and below and behold, the Smurfs tape! I picked up the tape and went out the basement (which was located in the laundry room) and romped into the living room and popped the VHS tape in the player. The tape started up with a commercial for Hanna-Barbera classics on VHS tapes. After that the episode started, with the intro all normal... except that the screen was tinted BLUE. After that, the title card with the words "Smurfy Smurfed Smoif" appeared on screen. What was I to expect? Then, Papa smurf appeared and looked at Smurfette and said, "Smurfette, Smurf town is safe no more! Come with me, and we can run away, live the life!" Smurfette just stood there and pulled out a blunt. Now, I knew NOBODY smoked on the Smurfs, even though it has been decades since I watched the Smurfs. The tape continued to play. Brainy Smurf walked in on the two Smurfs and pulled out a pistol, putting it up to his head. "M-m-my life was a lie... WHY PAPA? WHY?" Papa Smurf grew angry and yelled at Brainy, "YOU KNOW YOUR LIFE IS WORTHWHILE, LIVE IT OR YOU WILL GO TO HELL!" Papa threw Brainy against a mushroom house, which an angry Artist Smurf or, whatever his names was, like, Painter Smurf. He shouted, "YOU MONSIEUR MOUTHARFUCKAR! GO TOU HEIL!" Woah. I never knew that Italian bastard was so shitty. Brainy threw a rock a Smurfette and then she pulle out a FUCKIN' FAMAS and shot him in the foot! Brainy had just about had enough. He picked up his pistol that he dropped and locked on Papa Smurf. "Hasta la vista, assmunch." BOOM. Papa's head exploded with a greasy orange substance splattering all over the center of SmurfTown. "Ah ah ah!" laughed Artiste Smurf, as he started painting a picture of... A hairy VAGINA. This was too weird for my tasticular tastes in animation itself. It seems as this tape contains so, surreal violence as wells as slight sexual references, just ployed. Smurf Papa ate a peanut. He said,
"WHO WAS PHONE????"
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Lost Episodes
Category:WHO WAS PHONE?
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Well, that was pointless.
The Sneakers

My sneakers are old and ragged,
but the story they told
like a home for the feet.
The sneakers,
ripped and torn,
looked like a deserted ballroom.
Taking a walk in them
is taking a thousand-mile walk
through old memories.
Dirty, plain, dull...
...I don't know why I ever liked them at all.
Just a pair of boring, white sneakers
whose color has faded much since then.
I've met tons of people
and went to different places,
experienced new things.
Though it seems
I don't like the boring, dull sneakers...
...I've done so many things with them,
a lot of that new,
and I will always like these sneakers
because they are mine.
And the sole of a shoe tells a different story
every time.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Morons Attempting Poetry
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Shortpasta