ShadowZoruaXY (2013-06-29 21:10:18)

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I'll enter. -d

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Song_Of_Storms (2013-06-30 03:38:56)

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I'm in.

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the2ndwii2 (2013-07-21 08:04:32)

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here or in creepypasta?

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ConnorRonnoc (2013-07-27 20:10:23)

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Roadkill

It started when I was driving home from work. I hit a bump and thought to myself "Please don't be an animal" I walked out and saw a dead possum. As I turned around I felt it grab my leg, I flicked it off then dived into the car and locked it. "Phew no-one can get in my car" I said, confidently. "... Or out" In my mirror I saw the Possum with it's head turned 90 degrees and tire marks all over it. I screamed until I passed out.

Merp

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3DLuigiMario (2013-07-30 01:41:31)

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I'm IN.






At a random street, at a random time, you should see a black cat. Stop your car, Unbuckle your seat belt, and grab the cat. You'll need it later. Now, go and keep on driving until you see a dead pigeon. You will always see a pigeon, no matter what. Now, you have a choice. Let the cat eat it, or go. If you let it eat the pigeon, you will never be sick again, but will be hated by your crush(es). If you don't, you will always be hungry no matter what, but will be blessed with riches. But, as you drive more, the cat will slowly become more and more affectionate. Now kill it. It will be hard, but try. The cat will have a ruby in it. Take it. Now throw the cat under your tire. Now go. Don't tell anyone about this, just go. Hopefully you killed that cat. Or you will be the one that is roadkill.

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3DLuigiMario (2013-07-30 18:19:11)

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Bump.

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ConnorRonnoc (2013-08-13 06:21:45)

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AWWWWWWWW YEEEEEAAAHHHHH BOOOOOYYYYYYY!!!!!!!

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ConnorRonnoc (2013-08-13 14:40:00)

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The Phantom DVD Player

I bought a new DVD player the other day. It came with a weird DVD. I decided to ignore it and threw it in my basement somewhere, I should have left it there. After watching all my new DVDs I remembered the one DVD that came with the DVD player and played it. Oh God, the things I saw, I want even describe them, it made me vomit uncontrollably. Then when the grotesque scenes had stopped the DVD shot out the player and cut my arm open. I pulled it out and got a Doctor to stitch my arm up. Every time I close my eyes I now see those images.
























AND THEN A SKELETON POPPED OUT!

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WYoshiX2 (2013-08-13 21:13:23)

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herobrine42 (2013-08-23 07:53:16)

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the dvd of solid hell

one day, looking behind my dresser, I found a dvd labeled, "solid hell."
I decided to take it home. little did I know that it would kill my family.
TLTC

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ConnorRonnoc (2013-08-29 19:43:23)

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link and herobrine's stories sucked MAJOR balls.

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ShadowZoruaXY (2013-09-21 13:23:43)

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~The death bird of night~

At the state of noon, while i was sitting there, bored. I could go on my computer, but my mom banned me to go on it because it was "sinful" I could go outside, but no. My mom banned me from doing that because of my low grades. so i went to sleep.

At about 2:35 am, i heard a high-pitched chirp. I covered my ears. I heard tapping on my window. I thought it was a tree. but it wasn't a tree, it was a dying bird. so i got out of bed, opened the window, and then it attacked me. pecking me sharply, it did the same chirp, then went back to pecking me sharply. I couldn't take it anymore, so i fell uncontentious.

There was my Creepypasta, Have fun reading that. -d

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Drakkrai (2013-09-22 18:56:13)

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The Face
I went for a hike. I saw a face it looked like someone I saw earlier but the body was different. I rubbed my eyes it was gone. I just walked away. When I walked back home I saw blood like someone was dragging a body to dispose it. It was suspicious I justed wanted to get home so I just walked away so when I got to my car it had blood on it and it said something, it said "HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME" I wiped it off, Luckily it wasn't dry so I drove home and got on my desktop I saw a file just sitting there I don't remember downloaded it so I deleted it then I looked out the window I saw it again it was a strange figure the last time I really couldn't see it.So I ignored it, I thought it will leave. So I just went back to my desktop the file was there again I had to see what was it I was curious so I opened it there was a video file named "youarenext.avi" I clicked it it was basically me what I was doing right now and it was behind me.

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ShadowZoruaXY (2013-09-22 20:09:26)

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bumpbumpbump

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ultraguy4 (2013-09-28 05:06:54)

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Tick. Tick. Tick. The sound of that damned clock ticked in my ears as I sat at my desk, almost completely absorbed in the book that lay in front of me. I feel at the scars on my face, thinking of vague dreams I had about it. Why did I even keep that clock? Sure, it used to belong to my grandfather, but it has no real purpose. It's too tightly wound to tell the time correctly, and it makes that annoying noise. I despise that clock. I really need to get rid of it. I stand up, stretching and popping my back. It's 3:00 AM, Saturday. I really see no reason to go to sleep early on the weekends. All of the most exciting stuff happens after midnight, after most people are well asleep. I turn to look at the clock. The smooth oak surface looks a foreboding onyx in the darkness opposite of me. Tick. Tick. Tick. Somehow, looking at that clock makes me angry. Not angry like, "count to ten and it goes away angry," but "I'm not calming down until that clock is a charred, splintered mess" angry. I stalk over to it, glaring hatefully beyond the thin glass surface into the faded Roman numerals. My fists clench at my sides. Having somehow lost all rational thought, I smash my head right into the clock. Bad idea. Everything is a haze of red as I stagger back, warm crimson dripping over my vision and down my neck. 'The red helps you see.' That was my voice. However, it wasn't how I remembered it. It was fading, almost comforting, yet simultaneously manipulative and perverted. 'Stop fighting. Let the red wash over you. Doesn't it feel nice? Do it again.' I obey, smashing my face into the clock repeatedly until it's but a mess of bloody splinters and loose scrap metal. I then rock back and forth on my heels before falling backwards, rigid and unmoving.
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I wake up, groaning. I blink my eyes and wonder where I am for a moment. I feel at my face. 'Geez, it's like these scars get worse every night.' I look back up at the clock, still ticking its irritating tick, still and unmoved as ever. 'I really need to get rid of that damn thing...'

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