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samid11 wrote:

Ashurathehedgehog wrote:

samid11 wrote:

Me: *pokes DB*

Db: *dies again*

Me: *falls asleap again XD*

Me: *is me again*

SM: Rainbows.

samid11 wrote:

Ashurathehedgehog wrote:

samid11 wrote:

Me: *falls asleap again XD*

Me: *is me again*

Me: *grabs TD and snuggles him in my sleep* -w-

Td: *gem keeps her warm*

My website has an area just for creepypasta http://fundudescratch.weebly.com/creepypasta-area.html

wolvesstar97 wrote:

Okahy,
I have the scariest creepypasta ever.

You must highlight to read it.



Everyone died. The end.










XD


Tooo scary...

PLEASE tell me thats a joke. My computer can't highlight it. Xp

samid11 wrote:

Nintendoandfriends wrote:

wolvesstar97 wrote:

Okahy,
I have the scariest creepypasta ever.

You must highlight to read it.



Everyone died. The end.










XD


Tooo scary...

PLEASE tell me thats a joke. My computer can't highlight it. Xp

There's nothing there.

Thank god. XD

Sausagefanclub wrote:

Sausagefanclub wrote:

Ok, I'm just going to post the first two paragraphs of my creepypasta. If you're having trouble understanding the characters, the "Characters" page under "Sausage Stuff" on my (scratch-approved) website should cover that (except for Lady Lettuce, she's minor). Please give me feedback!

Mr. Mayor's Pocket Dial

Mr. Sausage Man was playing checkers with Mr. Ribs when it happened. The phone rang four times before Mr. Ribs picked it up. "Hello?" He could hear someone screaming with glee in the background, as well as the sound of Lady Lettuce announcing the news on someone else's TV. Nobody responded, but he could hear slow breathing and a cough every now and then, followed by a moan. There was also a strangely peculiar buzzing noise. He turned on the speaker so that Mr. Sausage Man could hear. Curious, Mr. Sausage Man walked to the phone and checked the caller ID. The caller was Mr. Mayor. Immediately, the person on the other line hung up. "Something's not right... Mr. Mayor never pocket dials anyone." Mr. Sausage Man said. "Definitely. You should probably go and investigate." Mr. Ribs agreed. Mr. Sausage Man nodded and headed toward the garage door. He looked back at Mr. Ribs. "You coming?" Mr. Sausage Man asked. "I guess... Sure." Mr. Ribs followed him into the teleporter machine they had borrowed from Mr. Noodle last week.

Once they arrived, Mr. Ribs took a look around the mayor's mansion. "Man, it sure has been a while since the last time I came here... the mayor's birthday party..." He said. Mr. Sausage Man could hear the buzzing noise in the background. There was also the sound of static coming from the nearby room. Lady Lettuce had finished her news report, so the TV station was currently off-air. Mr. Ribs walked into the room and turned the TV off. "No use wasting power on a TV that doesn't work." Now the house was plunged in silence, except for the eerie buzzing noise. It was coming from upstairs. "I think that's where the call came from. Follow me." Mr. Sausage Man said as he hopped up the stairs. The light in the bathroom was on. There was some red liquid soap spilled on the doorknob. "Looks like somebody forgot to dry their hands..." Mr. Ribs said in an amused tone. "Hey, the buzzing sound's coming from in there." Mr. Sausage Man said. He walked through the door and turned to look at the bathroom sink. Suddenly he took a few steps back and gasped in shock.

Ooh, cliffhanger...
Wait a few more weeks and I'll hopefully have the completed story up. For now, PLEASE give feedback, tell me what you liked, and what I should improve.
btw, I've already done half of the third paragraph. That's where things get scary.

Sorry for bumping the creepypasta I posted earlier, but could somebody please give me feedback? It took me an hour to type that using my Wii. It feels like everyone's ignoring me... -_-

Wow, I really AM being ignored. Why is everyone shunning me? It's like I'm not even here!

samid11 wrote:

Sausagefanclub wrote:

Sausagefanclub wrote:

Sorry for bumping the creepypasta I posted earlier, but could somebody please give me feedback? It took me an hour to type that using my Wii. It feels like everyone's ignoring me... -_-

Wow, I really AM being ignored. Why is everyone shunning me? It's like I'm not even here!

I'm not.

+1

banana500 wrote:

The truth is, every creepypasta I have read has not scared me in the slightest. It's only the pictures for them that do. O_O

Why you have to give me nightmares, Jeff?

Jeff is actually kinda cool.

Garr8 wrote:

Here is the SCARIEST creepypasta of all time. Don't read unless you want nightmares

You here a noise in your closet. Yous lip out of bed to investigate. Your heart is pounding as your hand slowly advances towards the closet's door knob. You yank it open and scream. You see Barney the Dinosaur in your closet.

...I'm never sleeping again.

@everyone: Sorry for the misunderstanding, I just really wanted some feedback on my story (even criticism would have been ok). I can't read intangible responses, so I never know if you guys are actually reading my stories. 
I'll see if I can finish a few more paragraphs by Sunday. 

samid11 wrote:

Garr8 wrote:

Here is the SCARIEST creepypasta of all time. Don't read unless you want nightmares

You here a noise in your closet. Yous lip out of bed to investigate. Your heart is pounding as your hand slowly advances towards the closet's door knob. You yank it open and scream. You see Barney the Dinosaur in your closet.

Even scarier: You see your mother in law.

And Tim Burton.

Garr8 wrote:

Here is the SCARIEST creepypasta of all time. Don't read unless you want nightmares

You here a noise in your closet. Yous lip out of bed to investigate. Your heart is pounding as your hand slowly advances towards the closet's door knob. You yank it open and scream. You see Barney the Dinosaur in your closet.

It's only creepy when you read it in night time.

Ok, I'm going to make one up out of the top of my head. This is going to be da best 

A guy was walking on the street. Then a car ran into him. Blood splattered everywhere. The man's head flew through a window and landed in an old lady's bed. When the lady woke up, she saw the head and died from a heart attack. Meanwhile, the person who was driving the car smiled eerily. Blood from the man covered their entire face.

Moral of the story: Walk on the sidewalk, not the street.