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It amuses me how much pics scare people. I'm pretty unfazed by them.

If you think all that's scary, look up marble hornets on YouTube, it's pretty awesome-creepy

bananaman99 wrote:

It amuses me how much pics scare people. I'm pretty unfazed by them.

If you think all that's scary, look up marble hornets on YouTube, it's pretty awesome-creepy

I'd say marble hornets aren't creepy, just threatening.

Sausagefanclub wrote:

Ok. Yeah, it's about time I repost this story. This isn't the full version of what I have at the moment though; I left a few paragraphs out since they're still in development.
So, here's what I've got:

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.

    An unrecognizable man was lying on the ground in a pool of blood. His intestines were scattered around the room. One of the man’s eyes was popped and hanging out of its socket, staring directly at the floor. The other eye was nowhere to be found. There were cuts all over his body, and a pile of hair on the ground. Mr. Sausage Man spotted a top hat lying nearby. “Mr.… Mayor?” The mayor’s razor was lying next to his head. It was still running. Mr. Ribs chose not to turn it off, afraid that the pure silence would scare the grease out of him. There were a few footprints in the blood leading out of the room. “So that was a scream of fear, not glee…” Mr. Ribs muttered sadly. “…Obviously someone murdered him, because of these footprints. It couldn’t have been an accident since Mr. Mayor never uses his razor anyway.” Immediately after he finished his sentence, a thump came from the room above them. Mr. Ribs’ eyes widened. “The murderer… he’s still here.” Mr. Sausage Man looked at him. “Well, you know we shouldn’t just stand here and mourn over the mayor’s death! That can be done later. We need to make sure Mrs. Mayor is still alive!” “Way ahead of you, Sausage…” Mr. Ribs said as he took a small knife out of a cabinet. “…Let’s kill the killer!”

    Mr. Sausage Man stepped on a secret panel in the hallway near the bathroom. “Scan complete.” An electronic female voice said. “Access granted.” A formerly hidden elevator opened up inside of the wall. The murderer upstairs continued to stir up noise, repeatedly getting louder, suddenly going completely silent, and then making a large racket again. “He definitely knows we’re here by this time… There’s no turning back now.” Mr. Sausage Man warned. They stepped inside the elevator and the doors closed. The buttons on the wall numbered from 1 to 10. “Wait, this place has TEN floors? I only saw 3 floors on the exterior!” Mr. Ribs whispered. “The upper seven floors are secret. They’re covered by a cloaking device on the outside. Mr. Mayor is very sentimental about his stuff, so he keeps his most precious possessions in these secret floors. This is the only elevator- no, the only ENTRANCE to the upper levels. I’m guessing the killer is after those items.” Mr. Sausage Man replied. “So… why do YOU have access to this elevator?” Mr. Ribs questioned. “Dude, ever heard of trust? It’s a thing friends do when they’ve known you for a while.” Mr. Sausage Man snapped back. “Anyway, you don’t need to worry about those other 7 floors. The killer’s on the 3rd floor right now, remember?” The elevator stopped moving and jerked to a stop with a moan. “Well, we’re here. Be prepared for anything.” Mr. Sausage Man said as he drew out his Sausage Sword.

    Mr. Ribs opened a closet. “Nope, nobody in here.” “You silly piece of meat. Killers don’t hide in closets. They fight. So wherever he is, you know he’s gonna be in plain sight.” Mr. Sausage Man responded. “Hey, that rhymes! Fight, sight!” Mr. Ribs said. “Focus, Ribs. Why should you act so happy when one of my closest friends just got killed less than 10 minutes ago?” Mr. Sausage Man said in an annoyed tone. “Right, sorry. Just trying to stay positive. After all, you stay positive all the time, even when The Burgerlar steals your stuff.” Mr. Ribs shut the closet door. “Well, this is serious. Tell me, has The Burgerlar EVER tried to kill somebody? No. He just steals things, because he’s just a mentally challenged jerk. Now, let’s stop talking. The killer could be trying to find us right now.” Mr. Sausage Man looked around suspiciously. A crazed laugh suddenly erupted from one of the rooms. It echoed throughout the entire mansion. It belonged to a female voice. Mr. Ribs started shaking. He wanted to say something, but he knew Mr. Sausage Man would just shut him up again. Besides, Mr. Sausage Man was smart enough to know that the murderer was actually a woman without someone else having to inform him. Then the laugh repeated itself. However, this time it was louder. It sounded more like a combination of a chuckle… and a painful scream. “Mrs. Mayor!” Mr. Sausage Man shouted. “We need to move NOW!” Mr. Sausage Man and Mr. Ribs followed the sound of the scream and rammed the door down. Immediately Mr. Ribs regretted his decision to come along with Mr. Sausage Man.

    Mrs. Mayor was leaning against a wall, facing away from them. She was drenched with blood. “Come out and fight me, you psychopath!” Mr. Sausage Man shouted in fury as he searched for the killer. Mrs. Mayor suddenly turned around and faced them. “Huh...? There’s no psychopath in here… It’s only me, heh heh…” She whispered. “Mrs. Mayor, there’s somebody in this room WHO’S TRYING TO KILL YOU!” Mr. Sausage Man warned. Mrs. Mayor began to laugh. It sounded just like the crazed laugh they had heard earlier. “Oh, you guys and your funny jokes. Nobody else has been here today except for me, you, and my… husband…” Mrs. Mayor let loose another insane, bloodcurdling laugh as she said the word “husband”. That’s when Mr. Sausage Man got a good look at Mrs. Mayor’s condition. Both of her eyes were big and wide open with red cracks in them, as if she hadn’t slept for weeks. Her eyes were also pointed in different directions. This, when combined with the fact that they were wide open, proved itself to be a mark of true insanity. The realization had barely crossed Mr. Sausage Man’s mind when he looked in horror at the necklace Mrs. Mayor was wearing. It was made up of intestines and torn muscles that were still wet. And worst of all, there was a bloody eyeball in the center, hanging under Mrs. Mayor’s neck. It was the same color as Mr. Mayor’s eyes.

    Mr. Sausage Man didn’t want to believe it, but he knew there was only one explanation. “You… YOU KILLED HIM?!” Mrs. Mayor laughed yet again. “He had a hairy worm on his upper lip. I told him to shave, but he never did…” Her left eye twitched as she spoke. “…So today, I decided to shave it for him. He put up quite a fight, though. He really liked that worm…”  Her mouth continuously quivered as the corners of her lips frantically moved up and down, as if she couldn’t decide whether she was feeling happy or sad. “…But then, I had the best idea ever. I shaved every other part of his body to show him that it wasn’t so bad in comparison. I don’t think it was helping him very much though, because he wouldn’t stop screaming. He even tried to call for help on his cell phone. But I didn’t want him to make such a big deal about it, so I smashed his phone. After that I think he gave up, since he started to moan. So I shaved off the worm. I also shaved his eyes, since his eyelashes were getting long…” Once again, Mrs. Mayor let out another laugh, although a bit of pain could be detected in it. “…But his eyes fell out. I tried to glue them back in. One of them barely stayed. I decided to keep the other one as a souvenir…” She lifted up the eyeball on her necklace and kissed it. “…But then he stopped moving. But that’s good. Now… the hairy worm is gone… forever!” She seemed unable to control her excitement. “I will miss him though, so I took a few things to remember him by.” Mrs. Mayor stroked the intestine she was wearing on her neck. “But since I have the house all to myself, now I can finally paint it red like I always wanted!” She turned away from them and started smearing the blood she was covered in (Which Mr. Sausage Man now knew belonged to Mr. Mayor) onto the walls, humming a strange 8-note melody over and over. It was quite obvious that every single small fragment of sanity remaining within Mrs. Mayor had been completely obliterated.

Mr. Ribs remembered what he had said earlier: ‘Let’s kill the killer!’ He looked down and closed his eyes. “Do we really need to do this to her?” He sighed. Mrs. Mayor’s head slowly turned around a full 180 degrees and faced them. The rest of her body was still facing the wall. “Do… what? Are you going to punish me? I’ve been a good girl all day… look.” The corners of Mrs. Mayor’s lips went upward once again to form an open smile, until they reached above where her nose would be- if she had one. They went so high that some of the skin on her face tore off. Her teeth were unrealistically long and pointy. They were a deep yellow with red splatters all over them. Her breath reeked of blood. Mr. Sausage Man turned toward Mr. Ribs, mostly to avoid looking at the horrifying sight. “I’m afraid we have no other choice. If she goes outside, she could kill everyone. I mean, a large amount of our fellow citizens are quite defenseless against evil. And besides… That thing over there isn’t Mrs. Mayor anymore. We’ve got a bloodthirsty killer on our hands, who murders simply to murder.” He rose up the Sausage Sword. “Mr. Ribs. Whatever you do, don’t hold back.”

TL;DR:
Somebody has died, as is the case for almost all creepypastas. 

Like the cruel twist I added? Well, anyway please give feedback, tell me what you liked, what scared you, and what should be improved.
Next time, you guys will get to see some battle scenes!
If you want to learn more about Mr. Sausage Man, Mr. Ribs, The Burgerlar, Mr. Mayor and Mrs. Mayor, go here.

Challenge: Draw a scary picture of the part where Mrs. Mayor smiled in the 8th paragraph. See if you can keep me awake tonight! 
(Note: Remember, Mrs. Mayor has no nose)

I don't think a creepypasta about talking food can really be taken that seriously.

Last edited by 3DSfan12345 (2012-04-12 17:23:17)

Yeah... well, I wanted to stay in-character. Of course, Mr. Mayor had to be the one that died since he's an actual human; dead people are scarier than dead meat. Still, I would like to see someone try to do the challenge picture.

samid11 wrote:

3DSfan12345 wrote:

Sausagefanclub wrote:

Ok. Yeah, it's about time I repost this story. This isn't the full version of what I have at the moment though; I left a few paragraphs out since they're still in development.
So, here's what I've got:

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.

    An unrecognizable man was lying on the ground in a pool of blood. His intestines were scattered around the room. One of the man’s eyes was popped and hanging out of its socket, staring directly at the floor. The other eye was nowhere to be found. There were cuts all over his body, and a pile of hair on the ground. Mr. Sausage Man spotted a top hat lying nearby. “Mr.… Mayor?” The mayor’s razor was lying next to his head. It was still running. Mr. Ribs chose not to turn it off, afraid that the pure silence would scare the grease out of him. There were a few footprints in the blood leading out of the room. “So that was a scream of fear, not glee…” Mr. Ribs muttered sadly. “…Obviously someone murdered him, because of these footprints. It couldn’t have been an accident since Mr. Mayor never uses his razor anyway.” Immediately after he finished his sentence, a thump came from the room above them. Mr. Ribs’ eyes widened. “The murderer… he’s still here.” Mr. Sausage Man looked at him. “Well, you know we shouldn’t just stand here and mourn over the mayor’s death! That can be done later. We need to make sure Mrs. Mayor is still alive!” “Way ahead of you, Sausage…” Mr. Ribs said as he took a small knife out of a cabinet. “…Let’s kill the killer!”

    Mr. Sausage Man stepped on a secret panel in the hallway near the bathroom. “Scan complete.” An electronic female voice said. “Access granted.” A formerly hidden elevator opened up inside of the wall. The murderer upstairs continued to stir up noise, repeatedly getting louder, suddenly going completely silent, and then making a large racket again. “He definitely knows we’re here by this time… There’s no turning back now.” Mr. Sausage Man warned. They stepped inside the elevator and the doors closed. The buttons on the wall numbered from 1 to 10. “Wait, this place has TEN floors? I only saw 3 floors on the exterior!” Mr. Ribs whispered. “The upper seven floors are secret. They’re covered by a cloaking device on the outside. Mr. Mayor is very sentimental about his stuff, so he keeps his most precious possessions in these secret floors. This is the only elevator- no, the only ENTRANCE to the upper levels. I’m guessing the killer is after those items.” Mr. Sausage Man replied. “So… why do YOU have access to this elevator?” Mr. Ribs questioned. “Dude, ever heard of trust? It’s a thing friends do when they’ve known you for a while.” Mr. Sausage Man snapped back. “Anyway, you don’t need to worry about those other 7 floors. The killer’s on the 3rd floor right now, remember?” The elevator stopped moving and jerked to a stop with a moan. “Well, we’re here. Be prepared for anything.” Mr. Sausage Man said as he drew out his Sausage Sword.

    Mr. Ribs opened a closet. “Nope, nobody in here.” “You silly piece of meat. Killers don’t hide in closets. They fight. So wherever he is, you know he’s gonna be in plain sight.” Mr. Sausage Man responded. “Hey, that rhymes! Fight, sight!” Mr. Ribs said. “Focus, Ribs. Why should you act so happy when one of my closest friends just got killed less than 10 minutes ago?” Mr. Sausage Man said in an annoyed tone. “Right, sorry. Just trying to stay positive. After all, you stay positive all the time, even when The Burgerlar steals your stuff.” Mr. Ribs shut the closet door. “Well, this is serious. Tell me, has The Burgerlar EVER tried to kill somebody? No. He just steals things, because he’s just a mentally challenged jerk. Now, let’s stop talking. The killer could be trying to find us right now.” Mr. Sausage Man looked around suspiciously. A crazed laugh suddenly erupted from one of the rooms. It echoed throughout the entire mansion. It belonged to a female voice. Mr. Ribs started shaking. He wanted to say something, but he knew Mr. Sausage Man would just shut him up again. Besides, Mr. Sausage Man was smart enough to know that the murderer was actually a woman without someone else having to inform him. Then the laugh repeated itself. However, this time it was louder. It sounded more like a combination of a chuckle… and a painful scream. “Mrs. Mayor!” Mr. Sausage Man shouted. “We need to move NOW!” Mr. Sausage Man and Mr. Ribs followed the sound of the scream and rammed the door down. Immediately Mr. Ribs regretted his decision to come along with Mr. Sausage Man.

    Mrs. Mayor was leaning against a wall, facing away from them. She was drenched with blood. “Come out and fight me, you psychopath!” Mr. Sausage Man shouted in fury as he searched for the killer. Mrs. Mayor suddenly turned around and faced them. “Huh...? There’s no psychopath in here… It’s only me, heh heh…” She whispered. “Mrs. Mayor, there’s somebody in this room WHO’S TRYING TO KILL YOU!” Mr. Sausage Man warned. Mrs. Mayor began to laugh. It sounded just like the crazed laugh they had heard earlier. “Oh, you guys and your funny jokes. Nobody else has been here today except for me, you, and my… husband…” Mrs. Mayor let loose another insane, bloodcurdling laugh as she said the word “husband”. That’s when Mr. Sausage Man got a good look at Mrs. Mayor’s condition. Both of her eyes were big and wide open with red cracks in them, as if she hadn’t slept for weeks. Her eyes were also pointed in different directions. This, when combined with the fact that they were wide open, proved itself to be a mark of true insanity. The realization had barely crossed Mr. Sausage Man’s mind when he looked in horror at the necklace Mrs. Mayor was wearing. It was made up of intestines and torn muscles that were still wet. And worst of all, there was a bloody eyeball in the center, hanging under Mrs. Mayor’s neck. It was the same color as Mr. Mayor’s eyes.

    Mr. Sausage Man didn’t want to believe it, but he knew there was only one explanation. “You… YOU KILLED HIM?!” Mrs. Mayor laughed yet again. “He had a hairy worm on his upper lip. I told him to shave, but he never did…” Her left eye twitched as she spoke. “…So today, I decided to shave it for him. He put up quite a fight, though. He really liked that worm…”  Her mouth continuously quivered as the corners of her lips frantically moved up and down, as if she couldn’t decide whether she was feeling happy or sad. “…But then, I had the best idea ever. I shaved every other part of his body to show him that it wasn’t so bad in comparison. I don’t think it was helping him very much though, because he wouldn’t stop screaming. He even tried to call for help on his cell phone. But I didn’t want him to make such a big deal about it, so I smashed his phone. After that I think he gave up, since he started to moan. So I shaved off the worm. I also shaved his eyes, since his eyelashes were getting long…” Once again, Mrs. Mayor let out another laugh, although a bit of pain could be detected in it. “…But his eyes fell out. I tried to glue them back in. One of them barely stayed. I decided to keep the other one as a souvenir…” She lifted up the eyeball on her necklace and kissed it. “…But then he stopped moving. But that’s good. Now… the hairy worm is gone… forever!” She seemed unable to control her excitement. “I will miss him though, so I took a few things to remember him by.” Mrs. Mayor stroked the intestine she was wearing on her neck. “But since I have the house all to myself, now I can finally paint it red like I always wanted!” She turned away from them and started smearing the blood she was covered in (Which Mr. Sausage Man now knew belonged to Mr. Mayor) onto the walls, humming a strange 8-note melody over and over. It was quite obvious that every single small fragment of sanity remaining within Mrs. Mayor had been completely obliterated.

Mr. Ribs remembered what he had said earlier: ‘Let’s kill the killer!’ He looked down and closed his eyes. “Do we really need to do this to her?” He sighed. Mrs. Mayor’s head slowly turned around a full 180 degrees and faced them. The rest of her body was still facing the wall. “Do… what? Are you going to punish me? I’ve been a good girl all day… look.” The corners of Mrs. Mayor’s lips went upward once again to form an open smile, until they reached above where her nose would be- if she had one. They went so high that some of the skin on her face tore off. Her teeth were unrealistically long and pointy. They were a deep yellow with red splatters all over them. Her breath reeked of blood. Mr. Sausage Man turned toward Mr. Ribs, mostly to avoid looking at the horrifying sight. “I’m afraid we have no other choice. If she goes outside, she could kill everyone. I mean, a large amount of our fellow citizens are quite defenseless against evil. And besides… That thing over there isn’t Mrs. Mayor anymore. We’ve got a bloodthirsty killer on our hands, who murders simply to murder.” He rose up the Sausage Sword. “Mr. Ribs. Whatever you do, don’t hold back.”

TL;DR:
Somebody has died, as is the case for almost all creepypastas. 

Like the cruel twist I added? Well, anyway please give feedback, tell me what you liked, what scared you, and what should be improved.
Next time, you guys will get to see some battle scenes!
If you want to learn more about Mr. Sausage Man, Mr. Ribs, The Burgerlar, Mr. Mayor and Mrs. Mayor, go here.

Challenge: Draw a scary picture of the part where Mrs. Mayor smiled in the 8th paragraph. See if you can keep me awake tonight! 
(Note: Remember, Mrs. Mayor has no nose)

I don't think a creepypasta about talking food can really be taken that seriously.

Exactly. It's pretty good, but it's the food. I was laughing.

spongebob123 wrote:

so i listened to the lavender town theme in order to confirm the hype

http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9 … 0sMcMGVhUo

I thought that linked to the decoded picture - phew.

Here's a creepypasta I cooked up:
It was a normal day in the City of Sam. Let me describe Sam to you first, however. She was 14 years old, and dyed her hair streaks of purple. Sam likes superstition and creepy stories, music, pictures - the whole lot. She is about 5’ 4”. Now, back to the City of Sam. Of course, Sam had finished reading some scary stories before bed, like usual. I was at work, being a virus and all. A cool breeze was blowing into Sam’s room from the window. A nightmare began.

It flowed through her dreams and twisted them, demented them.

Sam awoke, and my job was done. She was sick as well. I stayed to see what had happened next, so I went up and visited the Dream Center and demanded my way into the nightmare to see what it truly was.

Darkness. Blood. Screams. Echos. Ghosts. Spirits of the dead.

I was in a dark room, and I could barely see a thing. I heard screams of people. Screams of the dead and living. Some sounded as if they were drowning in their own blood. I turned away from the screams and started to walk. I heard the voice of a girl crying out, screaming in terror. “Sam…” I treaded closer to where the screams were coming from. “Sam?” I called out. My voice only echoed. The screams were even louder.  ”Sam?!” I began to run.

I tripped over something warm, and wet with blood. Sam. I’d tripped over her leg looking for her. Her leg was mangled and bleeding. Even though I knew it was only a dream, I tried to bandage her leg. She looked at me face frozen in horror. Again Sam tried to scream, but this time there was no sound. “It’s okay Sam.”  She noticed the claws I had and tried moving away from me. “No. I won’t hurt you.”

“Lies.” She replied, her voice hoarse from her shrieks. “I lie not.” I spat, continuing to bandage her leg. “Who are you?” She demanded. “A virus.” I spoke the words carefully, as if she would kill me if I said anything wrong. “Lies.” She spat again. “I’m here for you to help and that’s final.” I hissed, helping her up from the ground, wet with her own gore.

“Why should I trust you?” Sam retorted. I quickly told her that she should trust me or she’d get even more hurt than she was now. “Alright…” She sighed. We crawled our way away from the dark forested corner she was trapped in and we ran out of danger’s path when the creature had us in its grip. It wasn’t large when we first saw it and paid it no heed, but then it grew behind our backs, to at least 13 feet tall, maybe larger.

“AUGH!” It grasped Sam first, then me. “Here goes.” Sam shut her eyes and went somewhat limp. I mimicked her, unknowing what to expect next. It dropped Sam and she got up. I stayed limp, unfortunately. It squeezed my neck. “It saw through.” Sam exclaimed, with a grave tone in her voice. I couldn’t breathe.

The creature, its red eyes, inky scales and wretched claws seemed to be sadistic at my poor state. Glee in its coral eyes, it lopped off my head. Sadly, since I was I virus, my head was still animate. It picked up the speck of red that was my cranium and picked out an eye. Then it became bored and dropped me. Pain shot through what was left of my crippled being like icy needles.

“Sam…” I struggled to speak. “Why do you dream of these horrendous entities?” I questioned. The being went away, bored with us. Sam picked up my head and held it as I spoke, life draining quickly. Sam teared up and hugged my remnants. “I’m sorry. I never knew you. And still I am resentful of all of this. Now you can tell me who you were before this.” She set down my head on the ground, searching for what was my actual body. “Sam… I… was…” Darkness began to fade over my vision, my existence becoming eradicated. “I… was…. Sc…” My vision turned black, and I was no more.

“I’m sorry it had to end this way!” Sam woke up, crying.

Like it? 

Sausagefanclub wrote:

Spy-TF2 wrote:

Here's a creepypasta I cooked up:

creepypasta

Like it? 

Hm, let me see what my friends think...
Mr. Sausage Man: Epic.
The Burgerlar: I hated it!
Mr. Sausage Man: Burgerlar, you hate everything.
Mr. Beef: Well, I think it was great. Very well written.
Mrs. Ausage Man: Sam needs more shoes and lipstick and stuff. She, like, totally needs to accessorize.
Mr. Beefstink: THAT WAS AWESOME! COME HERE AND GIVE ME A HUG!
Mr. Mayor: Ignore Beefstink... he's not supposed to be here. Anyway, the story was great. But now I shall forever wonder who "Sc..." was... Now please excuse me while I comb my big mustache.
Mrs. Mayor: ...Please shave, honey.
Mr. Pizza: Mama-mia! That's-a great! ...Yeah, I probably don't need to use my fake Italian accent right now...
Mr. Pepperoni: Pretty cool. You should do more of these when you can.
Mr. Noodle: Very sophisticated.
Mate Ball: I agree with Mr. Sausage Man. It's epic.
Candy Andy: Sweet.
Lime: Could have been a teensy-weensy bit longer, but who am I to critcize this wonderful work of art? You did great.
Lemon: I should be in it.
Lime: No. No, you shouldn't. Go home, Lemon!
NOM: *OMNOMNOM*
Mr. Ribs: WHO LET THAT THING IN HERE?!
Me: Well, the sausages have spoken.
(If you want to know who these guys are, go here.)

Thank you. 

FunDude wrote:

I found a scary picture(to me at least) it's so horrible it can't be linked! Because I'm on my DS.

What's it of? :I

G0D_M0D3 wrote:

We need moar pastaz.

Anybody want me to post "The Pacemaker" and "The 7 Deadly Sins"?

They're really good. No pictures, I swear.

I just wrote one.
And working on another.
But it's far from finished, unless I can get an idea from my poem earlier.

Spy-TF2 wrote:

Here's a creepypasta I cooked up:
It was a normal day in the City of Sam. Let me describe Sam to you first, however. She was 14 years old, and dyed her hair streaks of purple. Sam likes superstition and creepy stories, music, pictures - the whole lot. She is about 5’ 4”. Now, back to the City of Sam. Of course, Sam had finished reading some scary stories before bed, like usual. I was at work, being a virus and all. A cool breeze was blowing into Sam’s room from the window. A nightmare began.

It flowed through her dreams and twisted them, demented them.

Sam awoke, and my job was done. She was sick as well. I stayed to see what had happened next, so I went up and visited the Dream Center and demanded my way into the nightmare to see what it truly was.

Darkness. Blood. Screams. Echos. Ghosts. Spirits of the dead.

I was in a dark room, and I could barely see a thing. I heard screams of people. Screams of the dead and living. Some sounded as if they were drowning in their own blood. I turned away from the screams and started to walk. I heard the voice of a girl crying out, screaming in terror. “Sam…” I treaded closer to where the screams were coming from. “Sam?” I called out. My voice only echoed. The screams were even louder.  ”Sam?!” I began to run.

I tripped over something warm, and wet with blood. Sam. I’d tripped over her leg looking for her. Her leg was mangled and bleeding. Even though I knew it was only a dream, I tried to bandage her leg. She looked at me face frozen in horror. Again Sam tried to scream, but this time there was no sound. “It’s okay Sam.”  She noticed the claws I had and tried moving away from me. “No. I won’t hurt you.”

“Lies.” She replied, her voice hoarse from her shrieks. “I lie not.” I spat, continuing to bandage her leg. “Who are you?” She demanded. “A virus.” I spoke the words carefully, as if she would kill me if I said anything wrong. “Lies.” She spat again. “I’m here for you to help and that’s final.” I hissed, helping her up from the ground, wet with her own gore.

“Why should I trust you?” Sam retorted. I quickly told her that she should trust me or she’d get even more hurt than she was now. “Alright…” She sighed. We crawled our way away from the dark forested corner she was trapped in and we ran out of danger’s path when the creature had us in its grip. It wasn’t large when we first saw it and paid it no heed, but then it grew behind our backs, to at least 13 feet tall, maybe larger.

“AUGH!” It grasped Sam first, then me. “Here goes.” Sam shut her eyes and went somewhat limp. I mimicked her, unknowing what to expect next. It dropped Sam and she got up. I stayed limp, unfortunately. It squeezed my neck. “It saw through.” Sam exclaimed, with a grave tone in her voice. I couldn’t breathe.

The creature, its red eyes, inky scales and wretched claws seemed to be sadistic at my poor state. Glee in its coral eyes, it lopped off my head. Sadly, since I was I virus, my head was still animate. It picked up the speck of red that was my cranium and picked out an eye. Then it became bored and dropped me. Pain shot through what was left of my crippled being like icy needles.

“Sam…” I struggled to speak. “Why do you dream of these horrendous entities?” I questioned. The being went away, bored with us. Sam picked up my head and held it as I spoke, life draining quickly. Sam teared up and hugged my remnants. “I’m sorry. I never knew you. And still I am resentful of all of this. Now you can tell me who you were before this.” She set down my head on the ground, searching for what was my actual body. “Sam… I… was…” Darkness began to fade over my vision, my existence becoming eradicated. “I… was…. Sc…” My vision turned black, and I was no more.

“I’m sorry it had to end this way!” Sam woke up, crying.

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Holy pants XD I had quite the nightmare XD

samid11 wrote:

NeilWest wrote:

bananaman99 wrote:

It amuses me how much pics scare people. I'm pretty unfazed by them.

If you think all that's scary, look up marble hornets on YouTube, it's pretty awesome-creepy

I'd say marble hornets aren't creepy, just threatening.

I personaly think Masky and Slendy are cool/cute. They seem misunderstood.

If I saw slendy, I'd give him a hug, maybe that would make him be nice to me :3

samid11 wrote:

bananaman99 wrote:

samid11 wrote:

I personaly think Masky and Slendy are cool/cute. They seem misunderstood.

If I saw slendy, I'd give him a hug, maybe that would make him be nice to me :3

Me too. And if I saw Masky, I'd give him some cake and calm him down. Poor thing...

Who's Masky? Anyway, I doubt BEN has his good side - he can [it's the f word] people's minds just by using a bootleg game cartridge!