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Where am I? (Dark Humor Creepypasta)
Dark Humor Contest: Lost
Where Are We?
Where am I..... like honestly what the hell is going on. Okay I know my name is Jennifer Tamlin... I know I'm an 18 year-old girl... I know I live (or lived) in Idaho, I know I had two sisters and my father left my mother after he walked in on her smoking meth with three guys... I know Priscilla doesn't talk to me anymore because of what Ronny told her... I know we were close to getting evicted from the landlord who looks like an elf but smells like coconut oil... I know my 1995 Volkswagen will never come out of the impound since I can't afford to get it out... I know we were almost out of food stamps that week... I know I was on the last episode of Lost when the man appeared in my window.... I know I ended up here right after that happened... I know my life was in shambles and I wanted to just lose myself in a fantasy world where everything is chocolates and daisies, but this is nothing like how I pictured it. I want to go home.
Like how, in all
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Literature
The Bubble Bros. Happy-Happy Funhouse Creepypasta
The Bubble Bros. Happy-Happy Funhouse
       Miltonville Nostalgia Chatroom
                 October 3, 2010
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lordtundry8: yooo anyone from MHS Class of '98?
missespetals: right here! Omg please tell me you remember Mr. Higgin's unusual stench of urinal cakes....
rogernator12: ayyy I'm class of '97 but still close.... anyways who else loves that vending machine in front of the Johnson's Orchard Supply?
lordtundry8: xD omg petals yes!!! The guys would tease him by unzipping their zippers whenever he would pass by lol and rogernator I don't really buy trees but I heard it gives you more change than the correct amount?
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a7xlover66: anyone love flapjacks?
missespetals: omg lmao poor Mr. Higgins! xD And A7Xlover right here!
a7xlover66: okay next question, do you like waffles?
coldballs300: don't tell me this is about the current debate on waffles vs. flapjacks.....
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Literature
Creepypasta Poem (Mr. Fisk's Disk)
Mr. Fisk's Disk
Mr. Fisk is a very peculiar fellow
He resides in the middle of nowhere Most of his life has been spent mellow
But now he noticed something strange in the air
His persona changed almost entirely
That now mean ol' Mr. Fisk
He says he's prepared for what is to be
Now holding an old scratched up disk
Please don't disturb Mr. Fisk
He seems cranky all the time
He carries around that ancient disk
Which it's contents are sublime
It is said that if he shows you
You have no choice but to watch
But be prepared, if only you knew
The secrets are top notch
You will be shown but all the truths
Anything you've ever questioned
But don't have pity on all the youth
For the truth you will never mention
You are now aware of what will happen
To the land which we call home
Their advanced weapons are truly zappin'
Humankind will surely turn to foam
But if you have watched Fisk's Disk
You'll know exactly what to do
Even though lives will end brisk
You're still free to do what you choose
For you
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Literature
The Other Side of The Door
I always have my phone on loud since I always check my notifications no matter where I'm at or what I'm doing. I got home after school one day to find the house empty, all the Christmas decorations around made me remember why I like this time of year so much. The dodgeball game we had last period had me sweaty, so I decided it was a good idea to take a shower before my mom and brother got home. I went to the bathroom, bumped some Iron Maiden and turned the water on. The hot water immediately warmed me up as I stepped into the shower, and I had a feeling today was going to be a good day. As I was rinsing myself, someone knocked on my door.
"Who is it", I yelled so the person outside of the door can hear me over the rushing water.
"Oh its you, you won't believe what mom brought! Hurry and come out"
My brother Jesse was always a jumpy, impatient fellow.
"Be right out", I said.
As I was shampooing my scalp, "Aces High" was interrupted by a loud ding. I got a text message and my habit kicke
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Literature
Excerpt from_An Intruder Lurks
Orrick’s light tickled over dark blotches marked on the heap of clothing.  He stared, studying the rusty coloration – some of the clothing was practically saturated and stiff.  It reeked of copper, and rot.
Blood?  Was that blood?  Orrick backpedaled; no way was he touching it.  He crossed the few feet to the far side of the basement, and the stairs that led up into the yard.  Orrick stuffed his flashlight under arm and gripped the sliding latch.  The metal squealed, but wouldn’t budge.  He checked with his light, and tried again; this time bracing his feet to a step.  The brick in the step came loose and rolled away as Orrick wrenched at the latch.  He caught his breath, gagging on the rank air.
He paused, and listened acutely.  The floor above was thin and wooden, which allowed terrifying acoustics to rattle down.  The backdoor a few feet above creaked shut, and a series of methodical shifting of boards ech
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Literature
Mine Chapter 1
My mind felt like a hurricane twirling with the fragments of my mind and pounding them against my scalp until they were liberated.  The shadow magic swept across the field and submerged my enemies, drowning them and sending them somewhere far, far away. My world was taking shape, but sadly, I could not see it. My eyes were sealed shut as I focused on creating my new kingdom from memory. When the strong gusts of wind and the thundering of lighting ceased, my body was smeared in a warm fuzzy feeling. I blinked my eyes open and took in my surroundings…
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I sat on my marble throne leaning to the side where I rested my cheek on my fist as I watched for what felt like a gazillion times, a spectacle of belly dancers, shaking their hips left and right and all around. It had been a year since that fateful event, and I had grown accustomed to my rule. I could do anything I wanted and whenever I wanted it! I used to love watching half-naked women dance for my pleasure, but now, I was
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Literature
Beautiful Day (2)
He continues walking down the Broken down Trail that Hardly qualifies As a trail He Reaches into his backpack And Pulls out His camera and turns it on And hits record And Turns the camera to show the woods then he shows the abandoned Building And walks inside "Why is it so damn Dark" He turns on his flashlight as he walks around He show's a room with writing On the wall that says "HE IS A LIAR" He stops and goes to touch it The paint is fresh "This is odd i wonder who it means.. None of my friends are liars" He moves the camera to the floor and it shows Tons of rocks and fallen Debris He moves a Old piece of wood and there is a tape underneath He picks it up and puts it in His backpack "If any of you are wondering Yes i will upload the video On the channel Later If it is strange"  He stands back up and walks out of the room But as he is walking down the hall he Hears a noise behind him So he turns around and Turns the camera and a figure with a mask Is standing in the hallway "Who
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Literature
Creepypasta: It Lives in the Shadows
There is something wrong with me. I have no idea how to explain this but there is something very wrong with me. My name is Roger Williams. I’ve had this burning hunger, it’s never filled it has been driving me mad ever since…then. It all began when I was about ten; I lived with my parents in some suburb near a forest that’s been lost in memory since I left.
My parents had just finished moving into a two story three bedroom house. The house we lived in oversaw the beginning of a deep forest. Now as a hyperactive kid all I wanted to do was explore the forest. I imagined fighting dragons and searching for giant toe-eating monsters. But my parents were wildly against the idea; it was one of the few things they agreed on. I wasn’t very happy about this news.
One afternoon while my parents were arguing I went out to the backyard. My neighbor Travis, a fifteen year old boy, leaned over the fence and convinced me to tag along for an adventure. I went inside to as
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Dark Humor Contest: Lost

Where Are We?

Where am I..... like honestly what the hell is going on. Okay I know my name is Jennifer Tamlin... I know I'm an 18 year-old girl... I know I live (or lived) in Idaho, I know I had two sisters and my father left my mother after he walked in on her smoking meth with three guys... I know Priscilla doesn't talk to me anymore because of what Ronny told her... I know we were close to getting evicted from the landlord who looks like an elf but smells like coconut oil... I know my 1995 Volkswagen will never come out of the impound since I can't afford to get it out... I know we were almost out of food stamps that week... I know I was on the last episode of Lost when the man appeared in my window.... I know I ended up here right after that happened... I know my life was in shambles and I wanted to just lose myself in a fantasy world where everything is chocolates and daisies, but this is nothing like how I pictured it. I want to go home.

Like how, in all the rationality of this planet, did I end up in a forest from my room in a fraction of a second? Why is the gloom in the atmosphere darker than usual, and why is the man from my window hiding behind that tree? Maybe I should walk up to him and demand answers, this has either got to be an intensely vivid lucid dream which was pried out of the sinister vicinity of my subconscious that desires to be lost somewhere or the man who started walking away from me as I approached him right now is doing something to my head. Why is he giggling? Why can't I make out any facial features from him, or body features for that matter? Why did he just turn around to tell me, "I know where we are" before giggling and skipping off into the horizon? I want to go home.

Okay I looked at the ground I'm standing on, and I noticed that there seems to be an unusually eerie pattern with the twigs, leaves, shrubbery, and rocks? They are arranged in equilibrium, each rock I saw is exactly the same amount of length away from the next one. The same goes for everything on the ground. I looked at the trees, their ordinary evergreen and dark brown hues have been replaced with black and grey tints which gives off a sense of despair throughout the whole place. I looked closer at pieces of rotting wood hanging from the lowest branch of every single tree, and noticed there is a phrase carved on every single one. "This way", followed by an arrow pointing to a random direction, on every damn tree. I don't like the thought of getting lost anymore. I want to go home.

Okay, I'm going to walk north, where the man skipped off to. I'm going to try to find him so I can ask him where I am. I'm going to keep walking north, not altering my direction for any reason. I'm going to do this in order to keep myself from getting any more lost than I already am. This sucks. I want to go home.

I have been walking nonstop for what seems to be hours. Everything looks the same. My sanity is slowly being atrophied by the never-ending cornucopia of black and grey redwoods. I know they're redwoods because of their size. I keep seeing the man in the distance. Whenever he is in my range of sight I yell, "hey where am I?", only to get the same answer of, "I know where you are", followed by that giggle and skip. I don't know why I've ever contemplated getting lost for attention, now that I think about it the outcomes could have been very bad. I want to go home.

Im so tired. I'm so hungry. This forest literally had no end. Haven't encountered a living creature in my whole time in this place, save for the man who keeps avoiding me and repeating the same sentence every time I get near. The silence is unbearable. Not even the leaves or twigs crunch or crackle or even snap in this place. The only sounds I'm able to hear are my voice and the man's voice as well. Now that I think back to the times where I wanted to be left alone, somewhere far away where I was surrounded by no people, I realized how much I now regret ever thinking that. Oh how I want to be surrounded by people. I want to go home.

I miss my family. I miss my friends, well the tiny amount that I have anyways. I miss my cat. I miss lasagna. I miss my hair dryer. I miss that old lady outside my apartment complex who always brooms early in the morning. I miss the mailman dropping off what few letters and envelopes my family receive. I miss chocolate chip ice cream. I miss the sun. I miss water. I miss Dr. Pepper. I miss blankets. I miss the warmth of being with people, both physical and emotional. I want to go home, and I'm going to find that man and think of a way that he won't get away from my grasp. I need answers. I will get home.

"I know where we are."

"Hehehehehehe."

There he is. You won't get away from me this time you son of a bitch.

I tried everything. I simply can't get close enough to him. It's impossible. I think it's been days, or weeks that I've chased this thing around this forever-expanding Redwood sanctuary. I give up, I don't think I'm ever going home. I'm just going to cry while laying on this tree until I even forget about my own existence.

I see something.

Movement. For the first time in days. I can only make out a shape, it looks like a person....

The man.

The man is walking towards the area I'm in, I don't know whether he knows I'm here or not, so I'm not going to shout or say anything until he's within a few feet from me at least. He's getting closer and closer, I should make a plan of attack already. Wait-

He knows where I am. He has no facial features whatsoever, yet I knew deep down inside that he knew my exact location. His head was faced towards my sobbing tree, and he was walking in the direction of my reach. His footsteps were majestically graceful. His trench coat smoothly hovering from the bottom due to the gusts of wind that come every now and then. The amber luminescence his body radiated assured me that he was more than human. I now know he is coming directly to me. He looks like wisdom incarnated. Like if he's seen everything. Knows everything. Then I realized it when he was about five feet away from me. He is the creator of our universe, our alpha and omega. He began to speak, I knew what he was going to say next was going to be knowledge no human has ever discovered, or even fathomed dwiscovering. I am truly blessed. I don't want to go home anymore.

"Uhhh hey, do you know how to get out of here? I'm a bit lost....hehe."
Where am I? (Dark Humor Creepypasta)
This is an entry for a contest on dark humor. Lemme know what y'all think
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Aspiring creepypasta lord. 18. Hollowsquad. California.
The next H.P. Lovecraft.
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