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Desmond's Journal

## **Desmond's Journal** *by Pokerf1st*

**Journal Entry #1**:

Well, here we are. My stupid family decided to drag me to this camping trip.

"Oh Desmond, you need this!" they said.

They thought it would be good if I took time away from the computer. I didn't want to go. I researched this forest, people claimed… things… lurk here. Whatever it is I don't want to meet them. My parents say that this trip will change me… I have a feeling they are right.

**Journal Entry #2**:

My stupid little brother kept me up all last night singing as he drew something. As such, I don't know if whether what I found today was true. I took a little stroll in the morning and saw there was a dirty old paper on the ground next to a tree that read:

“Etal oot sti siht gnidaer era uoy fi.”

And then at the bottom written in all caps, blood red, and poorly drawn handwriting read:

“I HAVE BEEN ANNOUNCED, GOD HELP ME!!!.”

I was still sleepy and groggy, and assumed it was just a hide and seek gone wrong… or a prank. I took the note back to the camp and my dad thought the bottom text was written in some sort of code… I couldn't see it… it was odd that my dad was so interested however.

**Journal Entry #3**:

Last night was quite strange. I went outside my tent and noticed in the distance, a black figure who appeared to be tall and well dressed. I told my parents to come and look but when they did it was gone. I was creeped out. Tonight as I am writing this I can see him, but dare not to go venture to him. It must be a trick of my imagination, it has to!

**Journal Entry #4**:

I am seriously freaking out now. I was able to decode the text on the dirty paper. It read:

“If you are reading this, it's too late.”

My little brother also showed me a drawing. My parents thought it was adorable, but I didn't. It was the tall man in the suit I saw the day before. I was scared, but didn't dare tell my parents, I didn't want them to think that I'm crazy.

**Journal Entry #5**:

It came closer tonight. I heard growling, but my parents just assumed it was a raccoon. However they were scared too, as they couldn't find my little brother. I walked in the same direction I found the note and noticed blood on the trees and dirt. I alerted my parents, and they went in that direction. It's been three hours now and I haven't heard from them, so I am going to go in that direction and take a look.

**Journal Entry #6**:

IT KILLED THEM. MY FAMILY AND EVERYONE. AND IT MADE ME WATCH. I WILL DO WHAT I HAVE TO SURVIVE. I WILL NOT LET IT GET ME… IT'S HERE!!!

The boy was found three days later on a highway 50 miles down the road. He was naked and covered in blood and injuries that mostly looked self inflicted. A trucker took him to the local hospital, where it was confirmed he had a mental illness, and he proceeded to kill his family. Three days later, he escaped, and was never heard from again. When the officials came to the campsite everything was gone, except for a hole, with the old coded note folded, on top of a new note that read:

“He is I and I am it. We are the same and one. But he didn't kill the family.”

Author: http://reddit.com/u/Poker1st
A Singular Living Human Fabric

High-pitched screams pierced through my window, waking me up. The rude awakening pushed me into high alert as I peeled myself from my bed, anxiously facing the window. A small crowd was gathering around the source of the almost inhuman noise. At its center stood Jack Smith, screaming bloody murder.

His body; deeply sunburnt red, flailed about in a mad dance as he shrieked until his voice cracked. Flaps of clothing bloodied, fell from his body onto the ground with a sickening, wet slap.

A crowd around him stood paralyzed, gasping in simultaneous awe and disgust.

His body; deeply sunburnt red, flailed about in a mad dance as he shrieked until his voice cracked. Flaps of clothing bloodied, fell from his body onto the ground with a sickening, wet slap. a red thread from a crimson mask. Seeing poor Jack’s body dissolve into a pile of wailing mucus and flesh forced yesterday’s dinner upward.

I threw up all over the carpet, and while I was emptying my stomach, the screaming magnified, intensified, and multiplied…

Looking up again, I saw a crowd of bystanders consumed by the remains of Jack’s body. Clothes, skin, muscles, tendons, and bone – liquifying and slipping from downward into a soup of human matter.

A cacophony of agonized cries was the soundtrack to the scenery of inhuman body horror that forced me to hide under my blanket like a child once again. While waiting for the demise of the almost alien noises, I nearly pissed myself with fear.

Once it was quiet again, it was eerily silent all around. In that moment of dead silence, I dared peek my head from below the covers, drenched and on the cusp of hyperventilating with dread.

A dark red liquid stared at me from every inch of my room.

Its eyeless gaze - predatory and longing.

I pulled my blanket over my head again instinctually.

The moment I covered my head, a rain of fire fell on me.

A rain I couldn’t escape.

A rain of unrelenting pain.

The pain fried every neuron in my body, every cell, every atom.

Burning until there was nothing but a sea of heat, nothing but acidic phlegm in the throat of a fallen god.

The pain was so intense it turned into an orgasmic, out-of-body experience.

I had lost all sensation within my agony until I fell in love with it.

I lost myself in ego death to find my place in the universe; a piece of a carcinogenic mass.

Strangers, acquaintances, neighbors, friends, lovers, and relatives we are all together now.

United as one forever.

Without boundaries or barriers.

Entangled in an orgy of molten yet living humanity.

A singular living human fabric.

We are the flesh that loves, and soon we will flood the entire world.
I Know What Awaits

## **I Know What Awaits** *by Nico Wonderdust*

Forget all the stories you hear of near-death experiences, forget all the tales of heaven and hell, put out of your mind the myth that you will either be met by St. Michael welcoming you through the pearly gates, or that you will have to spend all eternity choked by the smell of your own burning flesh as you walk naked through endless fields of hell fire.

For the past few years, I've been suffering from an illness that has baffled doctors across the globe, it started with an unbearable headache that would come and go at random intervals, some nights I would wake up with a blood soaked pillow and a searing pain in the from of my head as blood dripped front my nose.

I went to see my doctor and he was stumped, he prescribed me codeine for the headaches but even when I doubled or tripled the dose the headaches would remain. After a few months of this I began to get progressively worse, the nose bleeds would start during the day, accompanied by a shooting pain traveling through my nasal passage to my ears, within 6 months I would occasionally lose my sense of smell, hearing, and sight.

The doctors concluded that my brain was in some way attacking itself, but they still couldn't work out what the exact cause was, or how to help me, they said that I would be dead within 12 months, and they were right, little did they know, I wouldn't stay dead.

I have died a total of six times, each time for just a little bit longer before they manage to resuscitate me, each time I come back with a clearer image of what awaits, each time I wake up screaming until I lose my voice.

What does await us on the other side isn't eternal flames, nor is there a set of golden gates and angels in the distance, you don't stand hand in hand with family members past, but you don't spend the rest of time being eaten from the inside out by maggots while your skin melts and bones turn to ash, you won't meet God, nor the devil, angels nor demons, what awaits is simply... nothing.

Six times I have died and six times I have found myself in total darkness cut off from all my senses, I was alone in absolute silence, I couldn't feel the ground beneath me or walls around me, that place was completely devoid of any smells and I couldn't even taste the saliva in my mouth, I was left here all alone, feeling lost and scared, there was a building feeling of sheer panic, ever growing with no sign of change, and that's all there is.

I've been to the other side, I know exactly what awaits us all and I know it won't be long until I'm back there for all eternity...
2am Feed

## **2am Feed** *by Nico Wonderdust*

*During the early hours of this morning, I was awakened by my wife nudging me,*

*"The baby is crying, it's your turn to feed her," she said,*

*In my tired state, I rolled out of bed, went to the kitchen and warmed up a bottle in the microwave. I went back to the bedroom and there she was, that precious daughter of mine, wrapped safely in my wife's arms,*

*"Come on darling," I said, picking up my baby girl, "Drink your bottle"*

*I sat on the edge of the bed for an hour solid, dozing off every few minutes before springing back to a waking state, realizing I still had the baby in my arms. After feeding and burping her, I held her in my arms, with the remainder of the bottle in my hand just in case she woke up again, then we fell asleep.*

*I woke up the next day, still holding the bottle in my hand but my wife and daughter must have already got up, then it occurred to me, I don't have a wife or a daughter...*
FOX MASK

i hope you like this page! i put my heart and soul into it. please edit it if you find any mistakes, also, all credit to Neonthefox1234 for the original idea and some of the artwork! anyways, enjoy! (btw zorro is fox in spanish)

Day one:

I'm going to a summer-camp called camp zorro. Looks like I'm not getting out of this one.

Day two: we finished our activities for the day, (arts and crafts, sports, etc) and a kid who had been here before told us that people had gone missing here. Creepy.

Day three: HOLY SHIT what's happening?! We're all on lockdown and I'm really confused! The alarms are going off! I'm starting to believe that kid!

Day four: the owner of the camp is dead! The adults said it looked as if he had been eaten! The adults are going out to check if it's safe…

Day five: the adults are missing, and I'm scared. As the only teenager at the camp I'm in charge of everybody. I called the police and they said they would  be here in two days.

Day six: one of the kids is missing! He left in the middle of the night! There are innards covering one of the cabin windows. One of the other kids said he saw a woman with a fox mask.

Day seven: the police showed up but the woman was nowhere to be found. Millions of foxes had seemed to commit suicide. They were hanging from the trees.

Day eight: I'm home again. I'm safe. The camp got shut down. For good. But… they didn't find the lady… this isn't the end.
Foreshadowing

## **Foreshadowing** *by Bloodyspaghetti*

You seem confused. I can see it in your eyes; they’re wandering in the mist. I don’t blame you; I’d be confused too if I were you. I don’t know who wouldn’t, I mean, being in this strange and dark room with a bunch of sock puppets swaying around you.

Sheesh, kind of creepy!

Especially the couple that represent crying people. Nah, it’s the ones that look like they could be doctors - these give me goosebumps. Or... or... Maybe, just maybe, it’s the ones who portray shocked bystanders.

No, no, I think... I know what makes me so uncomfortable… It’s that red handkerchief that you keep trying to pull from underneath your shirt. The fact that it keeps going on and on… that’s – that’s uncomfortable. Then again, it also could be the way your hands are fumbling about, almost aimlessly with that piece of crimson fabric.

Hey, why are you shaking? I’ve made sure you’ll be warm right now… Oh! Oh! Silly me, that’s right! You should be shivering and trembling! How could have I forgotten, that’s how I generate heat; I make the muscles contract and relax really quickly and that generates a lot of energy… A lot of heat.

Hey, hey, don’t fall asleep on me just yet. Look at me!

I know I probably seem strange to you right now; I mean, a talking brown bear sucking on an oxygen tank like a junky would snort their favorite brand of coke. Well, that’s the whole point! That’s foreshadowing!

Usually, the withdrawal causes some pleasant visions, a way to maintain the illusion of control. Sadly, I don’t have time for this right now, the boy is lying on the cold concrete. He is as good as a pile of Lego blocks, I tell you!

Most importantly, he is in a dire need of another dose of his omnipresent poison.
9.진 영(秦 榮)

## 기본 정보

 성별
 나이
 신장, 체중
 생일
 취미
 무기

외형
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오른쪽 얼굴부터 허리, 팔, 손까지 화상 흉터가 있다. 눈은 약간 어두운 청록색이며 머리는 약간 채도가 낮은 보라색 머리이다. 살인을 할 때에는 짙은 복숭아색 렌즈를 끼며 가면을 쓴다. 평소에는 흉터를 숨기기 위해 후드나 모자를 쓰고 있으며 오른손에 항상 가죽장갑을 끼고 있다.

성격
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얼굴에 있는 흉터 때문에 대인기피증이 있다. 흉터가 생기기 전에는 밝은 성격이었으나 흉터가 생긴 후 달라진 사람들의 태도에 소심해졌다. 혹여 잘해주는 사람이 있더라도 예전 기억으로 인해 꼬인 생각을 많이 하는 편.

## 그 외 설정

-직업은 작가

-살인을 할 때 피해자는 무작위로 정한다.

-과거 자신을 괴롭혔던 사람들과 비슷한 사람을 죽인다는 명분으로 스트레스 해소.
Ethan's Alibi

Ethan is a good son, usually. He does his homework when he’s told, he’s respectful of his elders, and he doesn’t usually throw tantrums when he *does* get in trouble. That’s why his behavior lately has been more than a little troubling for me…because it’s so out of character for him.

He’s been more interested in playing nintendo than completing all his assignments on time, so when I saw a D on his report card I knew the only option was to take away video games until he brought his grades back up. He didn’t argue, he didn’t yell, he just pouted and went to his room to cry quietly. I thought, *he’s such a good boy, enduring his punishment with more dignity than I might have at his age.* I wasn’t a spoiled 8 year old, but I was still trouble.

When I came downstairs later to find all the kitchen cabinet doors flung wide, drawers slung across the room, and all the dishes smashed on the floor I couldn’t believe my eyes. My son wouldn’t do this! But there was no one else in the house.

“It was Joshua, mommy! He’s mad that we can’t play Mario Kart anymore! He said you were a bitch and so he messed up the kitchen.”

I slapped his face, I’m ashamed to say it. I don’t like being physical with him, I actually loathe it, but I lost control. He not only called me a bitch, but he was blaming it on his imaginary friend. What was wrong with him? I’ve told him for years that Joshua doesn’t exist, but he insists that he’s real, and anytime Joshua doesn’t get his way, he lashes out in worse and worse ways.

Then last night I woke in the middle of the night to see Ethan standing over my bed, silhouetted against my window staring at me. I sat up, confused, before noticing the knife in his hand.

“Ethan,” I screamed. “Put that knife away and go back to bed, right now!”

“But I am in bed, mommy,” I heard him call from across the hall.
Hypno's Lullaby

Come little children, come with me

Safe and happy you will be

Away from your homes, now let us run

With Hypno, you'll have so much fun

Oh, little children, please don't cry

Hypno wouldn't hurt a fly

Be free, be free be free to play

Come down in my cave with me to stay

Oh, little children, please don't squirm

Those ropes, I know, will hold you firm

Hypno tells you this is true

But sadly, Hypno lied to you

Oh, little children, you mustn't leave

Your families for you will grieve

Their minds will unravel at the seams

Allowing me to haunt their dreams

But surely, all of you must know

That it is time for you to go

Oh, little children, you weren't clever

Now you shall stay with me forever
H.U.S.H.

## **H.U.S.H.** written by TheDarkCat97

    "I swear to God, man, I'm telling ya the truth! I saw this, this, **thing**, jump from the roof of a house and tore this guy limb-from-limb!"

"Alright, alright, we heard ya." Detective Carter said blowing smoke from his cigarette out of his mouth, "All we know is that you were at the scene of the incident, is that correct?"

"Yeah?"

"And you saw... whatever you've seen, mutilate this random bystander?"

"Yeah."

"But you didn't get a good look at him?"

"Well... All I know is that he wore a black hoodie, some dark jeans, and he also had a cat with him."

"A cat?"
Valerie Breiman

**Valerie Breiman** là nhà viết kịch bản trong chương trình *Milo Murphy's Law*, thường đồng viết kịch bản với Marja Adriance. Trước đó, cô là kiêm đạo diễn và nhà viết kịch bản cho bộ phim hài của Adam Sandler, *Going Overboard*.

## Tập phim do cô viết kịch bản

* "Picture Day"
* "Cake 'Splosion!"
* "Doof's Day Out"
* "Disco Do-Over"
* "Spy Little Sister!"
* "Dog Walker, Runner, Screamer"
* "The Dog Who Knew Too Much"
* "Ride Along Little Doggie"
Chip and potato lost episode rewrite

I saw something so fake... my name is XxxDaRkxxX9. My sister is annoying, she also watches boring shows like MLP ( My Little Pony ) littlest pet shop, and the show that had the spoopiest episode in the wrld, Chip and potato. it's about a family of pugs, one of them being Chip, who hides a mouse in her pocket. One day I was cleaning the basement, when I saw a tape called chip and potato. To be safe I smashed it, and got tf out of there.
Choirosarkos

You are torn from the magnificent realm of dreams by a familiar yet alien cacophony of sounds that travel at the photonic speed tearing through the obsidian hued fabric blanketing the night's sky. As soon as your eyes open, the silver heavenly oculus casts its ferrous stare down upon you. A great fear arises within the depths of your heart for the impossibly foreign sounds are violating the silence once more and they are getting closer. The pale white dread forces you into an upright position as the melody of perdition echoes again, stronger, closer, inching nearer and nearer with each movement of a forgotten fallen abominable deity's movement. This orchestra of otherworldly frenzy can only mean one thing and while your mind drifts to a distant place and in a different time where you once more endure the sight of your relative being dismantled, dissolved and devoured until there is nothing left - no flesh, no blood, no sinew nor bone; your legs begin running.

As you run an ocean of living panic takes center stage. Your sisters and brothers, your mother and father, everyone you've called family scatter. You are left behind as the hecatoncheirean poetry draws painfully close to you. Instinctively, you turn back and your heart almost skips a beat. Behind you; a grotesque amalgamation of muscle arrayed in strange mounds supported on ever stranger shapes, hairy manes and teeth. An arachnid formation of eyes glisten at you - they hunger. The thing behind you is a legion and a singular organism both at once. It is so structured and yet amorphous both in the same. It is a singular ravenous maw and many hungering mouths. It is the swarm, the host, the angel of death itself and there is no escaping its murderous lust.

Its moans and shrieks and coughing and whooping laughter and draining the life right from inside your form. You run and run and run, but one of your legs gives out – for a fraction of a second and a sharp pain, unmatched by anything other than the nauseating noise all around you tears through your pelvis. You fall the ground, dust creeping into your facial orifices as you try to get back up, but the pain only gets worse. It burns through abdomen and you feel something snapping and falling out.

One Lernaean Myrmidonhead clasp its jaw around your organs and the others followed suit. You try to fight, but there is no point. Kicking and screaming seems only to arouse the beast, encouraging it to sink itself deeper and deeper into your body. The pain slowly takes over everything, overriding every sensation into a storm of agonizing, anginic and hypovolemic convulsions and stupor that slowly envelops your entire being in its cold and interstellar pulse as your sensations, thoughts, memories slowly bleed into a tunnel shaped temple where your mind will drown in everlasting darkness of the sentient black hole that grinds your cadaver into dust.
Chainsaw killer

One  time I was bored. Usually I was never bored.So I decided to go to the deep web. I found a strange looking video game. Lucky me! it was a horror game! It started off kind of weird. The characters were naked.Even the girls! I was like  *DISGUSTING*! I heard a noise from outside and in the game! IT SOUNDED LIKE A  CHAINSAW STARTING UP! AND I ALSO HEARD A CATS WHIMPERING OUTSIDE! I HEARD A SPLATTERING NOISE TOO!I FOUND OUT MY CAT HAD BEEN KILLED! I WAS LIKE *OH SH\*\*.I started to ball my eyes out. I went outside and found the stranger with my dogs head in his left and the chainsaw in his right.I was thinking I was next! I made a run for it ! I made a sigh of relief. And  this is my story of the chainsaw killer.*
Black Symphony

~~History has it that the creature known as Per Yngve Ohlin is dead since 1991, however,~~ Per Yngve Ohlin isn’t dead. In fact, he was never alive in the first place. Per wasn’t ever even human, to begin with. He, it was a creation of the chaotic ghastly shadow dwelling west of the Leitha river. A force of destruction bottled into the form of a human.

Per once claimed his blood was ice within his veins. He was right. For, when the voices of the ghastly shadow demanded he tore open his skin on a night of freezing moon – his blood was frozen solid.

Yngve was a walking, screeching monolith of deaddeathdreams. An anthropomorphic symbol of the dark curiosity of what lies ahead and beyond. A tortured tormentor spirit. For when the daemon servant of Hades called out to him. Ohlin tore open the gates of Tartaros with his teeth.

Splattering brain matter to rape the seventh seal and unleash pure evil into the world. A sacrifice to the devil meant to wake up the leviathan-behemoth son of Belial and unleash its draconian rule upon the face of the earth.

Per Yngve Ohlin isn’t dead, nor he was ever truly dead or alive. For the peaceful war god who found death at his own blade was merely a black hole of interstellar malignant worm holes containing the secrets hidden within the veil of demise.

The devil, Lucifer Son of the Morning Star, stole what remained of his human shape and fashioned it into vinyl. And through the vulva of the virgin mother goddess, he played the terrible black symphony encrypted inside the mind of the dead vinyl to the world.

Amplified through the sheer gravitational pull of the black hole nebula, the black symphony poisoned the fabric of reality. Tenderizing and seasoning it before the final devourment at the mouth of the abyss.

The sound-waves traveled to and fro, infecting the lesser minds of lesser beings. Transforming humanity into a species of murderous bloodletting-bloodsucking cannibalistic berserkers dressed in giant panda hides. The rasp of this devil-moan still tortures the fabric of reality with its awful blade-shaped sound-waves. Just as it did at the initial moment of cranium death.

A moment where the face of this planet was exposed to the flood of pus and blood dripping like drool from the mouth of the cancerous planet-eating nebula blazing through the northern sky. Condemning the hands of humanity to the murder of itself, in a sonic ritual of bloodletting and subsequent ceaseless repetition of self-immolation of the long-dead corpse of the mistake known as mankind.

A pitiful attempt to at reaching a climax in the black symphony at the center of which Black Frayr still exists. An exercise in futility leading only to a dead end. As none can replicate the resurrection of our Dead Lord; his birth occurred at the moment his cranium exploded into a cloud of antimatter.

When mortals die.

Because it wasn't of this world

It belongs the void.

A cacophony of dead voices crying in the dead darkness of eternity.
Black Seraph

A sudden piercing scream

tears me out of my dream

Torn from the depths of sleep

I stand before a blinding light

One that penetrates deep

into black layers of the cold night

Opening my eyes, all I can see

is an angel beaconing right in front of me

Whose form is burning coals and infernal fire

but I don't have an ounce of fear

Instead its chthonic warmth I admire

as the apparition draws near

Now I feel more alive than undead

The angel's singing calms the screaming in my head

Black Seraph carries the cure to my disease

mending a soul torn apart

I can finally rest my old bones in peace

while the demon possesses what remains

of my heart
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* C. K. Walker
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Classic CreepyPasta

Looking for some of those all-time favourites? Then this is the place for you, below you will find a list of all the classics we have here on this Wikia in alphabetical order. Got a CreepyPasta you think should be on this list? Head to the comments below to have your say!

### **#**

* 1999 (Original) (the updated version was deleted)

**A**

* Autopilot

**B**

* BEN Drowned
* B**or**rasca
* Borrasca II
* Borrasca III
* Borrasca IV

**C**

* Candle Cove

**D**

* ​Dear Abby

**E**

* Eyeless Jack

**G**

* Girl in the Photograph (The)
* God's Mouth

**J**

* Jeff The Killer

**L**

* Laughing Jack

**R**

* Rake (The)
* Russian Sleep Experiment (The)

**S**

* Slenderman
* Smile Dog
* Squidward's Suicide
* Statue (The)

**T**

* Tall, Thin, Faceless

**W**

* Woman In The Oven (The)

*Message from Nico Wonderdust: As this Wiki grows I will update this list.*
Caramel the Cat

This is a creepypasta story line.

At 1AM, a Reddit user noted he had to use the toilet but as he walked back, he heard his son crying in his bedroom. So, as any good father would, he went into his son's bedroom and asked him what was wrong. He replied to saying his toy cat, Caramel, had been scratched by another cat, stating that Caramel had died. Now, Caramel the Cat was a plushie made with an in-built voice box at Build-A-Bear Workshop. This toy cat, the son absolutley **adored.** So the father pretended to rub him and then told his son Caramel was all better. The son proceeded to say the voicebox wasn't working. When the father activated the voicebox, it was working fine. The son responded by saying. "That's not Caramel's voice..."
Job Opportunity/Credits

## Cast

* Paul Shane as Jack Skinner
* Su Pollard as Ethel Schumann
* Jeffrey Holland as Cecil Parkin
* Julia Deakin as May Skinner
* Barbara New as Vera Plumtree
* Stephen Lewis as Harry Lambert
* Ivor Roberts as Arnold Thomas
* Perry Benson as Ralph
* Terry John as Percy
* Lindsay Grimshaw as Gloria Skinner
* Paul Aspden (as Paul Aspen) as Wilfred Schumann
* Donald Gee as Fred Foster

## Crew

* Produced by David Croft (Producer) and Charles Garland (Assistant producer)
* Production Design by John Bristow
* Costume Design by Mary Husband
* Makeup Designers: Claire Whiteley and Eve Wignall
* Production Manager: Jeremy Connor
* Graphic Designer: Andrew Smee
* Properties Buyer: Bob Warans
* Sound Supervisor: Michael Mccarthy
* Lighting Director: Duncan Brown
* Camera Supervisor: John Vincent
* Videotape Editor: Steve Jamison
* Vision Mixer: Hilary West
* Performer: Signature Tune: Su Pollard (Uncredited)
* Resources Manager: Andrew Breaks
* Assistant Floor Manager: Steve Dunn
* Production Assistant: Susan Lawton
* Resources Manager: Kim Li
* Programme Finance Assistant: Stan Matthews
Horse Play

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# Summary

Cecil buys May a set of red undies for the eighteen birthdays she has had since they last met though she is reluctant to accept them. Vera tells Jack about them, but Ethel saves the situation by telling Jack that May asked Cecil to go and buy them for her to look good for her husband - who gets very frisky as a result.

Lady Lawrence is expecting the delivery of her horse but a lion arrives instead. It's feared the lion ate the horse until it is discovered that there were two trucks and the one with the lion in arrived at Hatley whilst the horse was sent down the line.
Volume 10

* Japanese
* English

**Volume 9** is the tenth volume of the *Requiem of the Rose King* manga by Aya Kanno.

## Synopsis

Richard finally admits his own ambitions, just as King Edward and his court descend into chaos. Meanwhile, the dark secret about Richard’s body is whispered throughout the kingdom. Awakened by betrayals and promises, Richard prepares to strike…

## Chapters

* Chapter 41
* Chapter 42
* Chapter 43
* Intermission
* Chapter 44
* Chapter 45
God's Greatest Creation

Hell is real, I’ve seen it, through the eye of a dead man. I have peeked into the abyss that awaits us all beyond the gates of mortality. It is an endless field where nothing but the flowers of decay bloom. A blood-red moon always illuminates but a tiny corner of this cold dark pit. A blood-red moon through which I’ve glimpsed into our eventual eternity.

The means through which I’ve opened a window into this void are so terrible there are no words to describe them. It was, however, all worth it once I felt the sweet fragrance of rot caressing my nostrils.

The soil in the gardens of perdition is burning white ash, and the winds are blisteringly cold. Acidic blood falls like rain from the emptiness above, maiming the legions of souls trapped in the land of nowhere and even dissolving the tree-like bone structures that dot the landscape.

There is no peace beyond the veil, there is no silence as the endless screams of the deceased escaping their torn vocal cords fill every moment with the beautiful symphony of pure agony.

The residents of Sheol are naked and shivering from their gift of suffering.

They are truly naked. Within clothes, without hair, without skin.

Completely exposed.

Forced to roam barefoot on the scorching hot ash, the freezing wind battering their forms over and over, taking away chunks of flesh as they scream and wail, producing inhuman, demonic sounds. They roam until they physically can no longer and even then, when there is nothing but a few strands of meat on a skeleton, they still moan and shriek and attempt to crawl away from the heat of the soil, sinking deeper into it, exacerbating their own torment. Until nothing but bone remains, at which point Hell transforms their bones into lifeless plants. A picturesque reminder of a soul that once was.

The torture doesn’t end there. Perdition is a cruel and possessive lover. She refuses to let the subjects of her affection rest. She resurrects whatever dies in her bosom from her own ash. A perfect copy of the human anatomy. Those reborn have the purest expression of fear imaginable. Pure paralyzing horror gleams in their eyes for a moment before rat-like creatures crawl out of every orifice, causing palpable anguish that radiates across the air.

I could feel it against my skin from universes away.

These creatures eat away at their host immediately, ceaselessly gnawing at the skin. At first, the initial bite wounds heal. However, soon enough, there are too many creatures who won’t stop chewing until there is nothing left but a shrieking pile of exposed flesh.

Thus, restarting the Sisyphean journey of death and rebirth across the ashen desert, the deceased must endure infinitely.

Truly a fate befitting God’s greatest creation...
Godzilla NES New player: Chapter 1: the Earth

Hello everybody my name is Noah and today I will be playing a game with quite a story behind it maybe you’ve heard of Zachs playthrough and Carl's playthrough I read about them online and it really captivated me and I decided to buy the cartridge and I also played an emulator to point out any differences, It was quite fun to be honest, I used the destroy all monsters cheat to test all the bosses. The opening scene was the same and..

WHAT IS THIS ISN’T HOW THE MAP ISN’T SUPPOSED TO LOOK. HOLY CRAP!! AT LEAST I have Godzilla and mothra and the music is the same. The map layout is different but it's the same color. As you can see the bosses are the legendary godzilla and gamera. I know that this game wasn’t created in 1988! The legendary godzilla didn’t make his debut until 2014. I'm gonna go on the blue block icon.

Huh not what I was expecting. The music of this level was a Crazy trumpet and then the same tune was played with different instruments  But then out of nowhere

VAREN CAME SPEEDING OUT TO ME and a battle began however this time he had 2 new attacks.

He would duck and shoot a beam from his mouth and his most aggravating

He would curl up into a ball and drain a large amount of health like gigans buzzsaw.

Uhhhh…ok… after that it took me back to the map screen. I'm gonna go on the mountain icon

The mountain icon is a volcanic wasteland; the only enemies were these weird volcanic dinosaurs. An interesting thing about this level is in the original game if you land on a level in front of a boss you play that level before you get to the boss however this time to fight legendary godzilla it was on the level .

Another rule the game broke was the bosses health bar was on the bottom instead of the top. Legendaries attacks were the same as godzilla the only difference being he was taller so his attacks sometimes missed he was the hardest of the earth bosses.

The same could be said for gamera his primary attack was shooting a heat beam from his mouth and pinning you to the ground draining your health.

This attack can be dodged but most of the time he succeeds. When I defeated gamera the map music stopped.

This new level icon was strangely out of place but I went in.

Umm hello?

My name is Noah. What's yours?

You mean gamera and legendary godzilla I fought them off.

Such as…

Ok for first impressions I don’t know what to say I KNOW this isn’t in the original game not any of this was in Zach’s or Carls playthrough either. Instead of advancing to mars as usual I progressed to Nepton.
Jump

## **Jump** *by Bloodyspaghetti*

People gather in masses around the great bridge, they spark my interest and I follow suit. I join the mob that gathers around the great bridge. I try asking what the gathering is about, but no one gives me a satisfying answer, they all say that the show will soon begin. I push my way through the crowd, I’ve got to find the core of the matter, the curiosity is killing me.

Once I reach the front row of people standing next to the bridge I can finally make out what the whole fuss is about; it’s a man standing on top of the bridge, his hands spread wide open. He seems to be staring at the setting sun. Is he going to jump, I wonder, am I going to see him die, I ponder.

The sight raises my heartbeat, I feel myself growing nervous… no, excited…

I want to see him jump.

No one wants to see a happy ending when they can get a blood spectacle.

The crowd circles the bridge like starving vultures waiting for the corpse to be presented for them to devour. They’re growing restless quickly, their blood lust getting out of control swiftly, the mob is growing crazed as they all raise their hands towards the man atop the bridge and call out in unison;

“Jump!”

The man on the bridge, he is snapped back into reality by noise, almost losing his footing and falling into the jaws of death, they see his feet slip and cheer, but he manages to stay on top of the bridge, he avoids the fall and the crowd grows hateful, they boo and jeer him for not making the jump.

The man looks down worried, he wasn’t intending to kill himself, he just wanted to look at the view, he just wanted to see this beautiful sunset up close. He begins trying to calm the masses down, but they cut him off, filled with rage they call out;

“Jump!”

“Jump!”

“Jump!”

The man, scared, begins to climb down from the top of the bridge, but the crowd, loathing him for not jumping, they press against the bridge. They want to block his escape route they have sealed his fate. The demise-lusting masses would not let him get down, they grab whatever they can find and throw it at him.

The man realizes he has no way out, with tears running down his cheeks he climbs back up to the top of the bridge, begging to be release, crying out for mercy, weeping to be freed from their craving claws.

The crowd wouldn’t relent though, and all they do is cry out to the man;

“Jump!”

As this was happening, I climbed, stealthily, onto the top of the bridge, and crept behind the somber man. I am going to help him, I am going to save him, I am going to help him out, I am going to save him from his shame.

I kicked him in the back and watched as he fell onto the unforgiving concrete below us, and as he fell, I yelled out in ecstasy; “Jump!”

As he fell to the ground, producing a crushing sound upon contact, the raging crowds went ecstatic and cheered in adoration. Moments later, these ravenous beasts were staring at me like a pack of starved hyenas as I was looking down at the remains of the man, and once more, they called;

“Jump!”
May Skinner

* May in the pilot
* May in the series

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**May Skinner** (née Blanchflower) is the Buffet Manageress.

She had a passionate affair with Parkin before she married Jack, which ended when Cecil was called up to serve in the Army. She appears to genuinely love Jack, but she seems to still have buried feelings for Cecil. She frequently resists Cecil's advances, but occasionally relents, even letting him kiss her in one episode, but states that it must never happen again. In early episodes it is hinted that Cecil is the father of her daughter, Gloria, but this is proved to be false.

## Notes

1. ↑ Sherrie Hewson was unavailable for the regular series, after signing a new contract at the request of the Coronation Street producers, who had storylines planned for her character. When the pilot was repeated as the first episode of the series, her scenes were re-recorded by Julia Deakin.

## Sources

1. ↑ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherrie\_Hewson
2. ↑ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oh,\_Doctor\_Beeching!
Chip and potato lost episode

I saw something so messed up... my name is Jaramie Fultz. My sister is annoying, she also watches boring shows like MLP ( my little pony ), littlest pet shop, and the show  that was supposed to have a messed up episode I saw, Chip and Potato. Its about a family of pugs, one of them being Chip, who hides a small mouse in her shirt pocket and calls it her snugglie toy and wont let anyone see it.When I was cleaning the basement I found some disk that said, *Chip and Potato lost episode*. Huh! I thought,that night I watched It.It started  off normal , bright colors, the theme song,everything! It started off in the bathroom with chip crying as she watched her parents grin evily. They were going to tourture potato?! They said, *heres what you get for keeping a mouse in youre pocket*. Then they pulled out a butcher knife. And chip screamed as she ran up to her room. Then they chopped off chips arm as there was loud squeals in the background. After that they cut off her leg. She was pretty much dead by now. Oh my god..... should I even say the next part? Then they cut open her stomach and wrapped the intrails around the neck with a snap noise. Then the episode

                                                               P . S . athours note:

                                                       please dont watch this episode or else you might be scarred for life
Five Nights at Chili's

## **Five Nights at Chili's** *by LunarExplosion*

*Note: This story contains the following characters:*

* *Aphrodite*
* *Cilan*
* *Chili*
* *Artemis*
* *Cress*
* *Quincy*
* *Athena*

## *​*Chapter 1: The Girls...

One apparently normal night in Striaton City, five Gastly were hanging outside the Gym. They decided to prank everyone by possessing some of the people inside the Gym. So the five Gastly flew inside and found four girls. Deciding to possess them, four went inside the girls' bodies.

Athena woke up suddenly. She felt... cold. That couldn't be right, it was summer! She heard her door opening, and she found Aphrodite, Artemis, and Quincy standing outside the door. All three girls had bright purple eyes. Athena looked in the mirror, and so did she.

Suddenly, Athena collapsed. Not physically, but mentally. She couldn't feel anything except an abnormal desire to check the Gym for other people. Her legs moved oddly, as if she hadn't walked for several years.

## Chapter 2: The Switch

Aphrodite knocked on the door. She didn't know why, but she had to get in there... Artemis couldn't shake the feeling that something... Was wrong. She felt cold and unlike herself.

*No, no, no!* Something told her not to give up, to fight whatever it was. Then a voice rang:

*Maybe the guys'll know what to do.*

She made her way to her brothers' room and shook Chili out of sleep. "Man, there's something... Wrong." Chili took a long, hard look. "Well, yeah, your eyes are switching between blue and purple."

## Chapter 3: The Game

Artemis tried not to scream. "Ch-Chili, what's wrong with me...?" She didn't want to cry in front of Chili, but couldn't help shedding a few tears. Chili rested a hand on her shoulder.

"You're gonna be fine." Suddenly, a voice similar to Aphrodite's said:

"You can't hide..." Both Chili and Artemis froze. They looked at each other nervously, both thinking worse thoughts than the other. Chili decided to activate the security cameras they had around, which he did.

They looked at camera 1, which showed Athena sitting on the floor, thinking. Camera 2 had Aphrodite smiling into the camera like nothing was wrong. "I'll admit, I almost forgot she wants to kill us," Artemis commented.

Suddenly, Quincy opened the door.

## Chapter 4: The Night

The two hid, and Quincy left. Finally, the grandfather clock in the hallway rang four times. Camera 3 had Aphrodite sneaking in through the ventilation system, which Chili promptly closed.

By the time he closed the ventilation, Athena was walking closer and closer to their room, smiling at the camera the whole time. The clock rang five times. 5 am.

Chili decided it was safe to open the ventilation, but Athena snuck in, and she almost got them, but Chili shut the vent on her. Finally, the clock rang six times. Aphrodite, Quincy, and Athena collapsed to the ground, the three Gastly flying away.

Artemis's Gastly left her body as well, and her eyes went to a constant blue. She and Chili heard groans as Cilan and Cress awoke.

**THE END**

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The Gravy Train/Credits

## Cast

* Paul Shane as Jack Skinner
* Su Pollard as Ethel Schumann
* Jeffrey Holland as Cecil Parkin
* Julia Deakin as May Skinner
* Barbara New as Vera Plumtree
* Stephen Lewis as Harry Lambert
* Ivor Roberts as Arnold Thomas
* Perry Benson as Ralph
* Terry John as Percy
* Lindsay Grimshaw as Gloria Skinner
* Paul Aspden (as Paul Aspen) as Wilfred Schumann
* Tara Daniels as Amy Matlock

## Crew

* Directed by Roy Gould
* Written by Brian Leveson and Paul Minett
* Produced by David Croft and Charles Garland
* Production Design by John Bristow
* Art Direction by Antony Cartlidge
* Costume Design by Mary Husband
* Jill Hagger - Makeup designer
* Jenny Penrose - Production manager
* Andrew Smee - Graphic designer
* Bob Warans - Properties buyer
* Michael McCarthy - Sound supervisor
* Special Effects by Chris Reynolds (uncredited)

Camera and Electrical Department
Duncan Brown ... lighting director
Dave Whitaker ... camera supervisor
Editorial Department
Carol Abbott ... vision mixer
Steve Jamison ... videotape editor
Music Department
Su Pollard ... performer: signature tune (uncredited)
Transportation Department
Tim Jefferis ... facilities hod
Additional Crew
Caroline Boocock ... assistant floor manager
Andrew Breaks ... studio resource manager
Beccy Fawcett ... assistant floor manager
Stan Matthews ... programme finance associate
Caroline Thomas ... production assistant
EPIC volume.666

I  am trying to become a youtuber.I have to hurry fast! Hes coming! My brother showed me a later animation on the channel early.My brother was really in to violence and shit, so when I saw the title I thought nothing of it.When  the animation short started, it was a 5 minute short ,but usually it was 8 minutes because we made that a rule on the channel.The  first 2 minutes was just static. When it did start, m.r. EPIC was sitting on a brick wall crying blood. Then it cut to someone crying on the phone because apparently someone had killed his dog.I already knew who it was. Then it went to more static

   .Then there was another scene were m.r. EPICs body was in the desert. Head decapitated and everything. Even the eyes were gouged out. Then it went to even more static Then it showed an image of a close up on his dead body.It was more clear now.There was a note that said, *youre next*. Then the rest of the video was static.Sorry, but I should really get going.Before he gets me.