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This isn't as creepy as he has all the other pastas on his website but it creeps me out a little bit. Me and my dad has started a new Minecraft world with the main goal of being the ender dragon, because although we've been playing the game for 9 years, we still haven't beaten it. My dad put some iron in the furnace before we logged off, but the next day when logged on it was sand. This was especially weird because I was building a big house cuz I was living in a hole the entire time and I was pretty stacked. Not creepy as the other pastas on this website but it's still kinda wierd.

Rumour has it that in a small town in the north-west of England (northwich) Within this small town there is an even smaller village that goes by the name "rudheath" this town is known for having the most dangerous crime rates in the universe  and is also known as "T's playground" some users who have visited it here refer to it as the devils playground and to prove the existance of this rumour experienced scientific biochemists have found a way to summon the known "tyler heath", all you need to do is perform an ancient ritual of standing in the mirror with a screwdriver wearing all black, then proceed to chant the words "man city is shit man city is shit man city is shit" three times and then say "im game for a straightener" all of a sudden you will feel a screwdriver piercing through your back and you will get a glimpse of a bald ugly male before you take your last breath, then your soul has been taken by T and he will post you on his story along with "-your name- got put in a rizzla"

Today i will tale the tale about the scariest thing that i have experienced in minecraft so i used to play pe bedrock but now never again and here's why so i once  was starting up a new minecraft world and i did the seed picker and i wanted to spawn in the taiga  biome  i enabled a bonus chest and with a village with it so i did it  i spawned  right in the boime on the side of a river and  then there was a village near by so i i got got items out of the chest then i ran straight or the village it was those villages who were a little on land and a little on water they are canna  cool so i went to the blacksmith of course! so i got the lot ha a iron sword and other things  so then i went to the library of the village so i could take the crafting table because i did't get wood yes so this would save me time so i took the rafting table then i went straight towards the taiga forest or what ever then when i got to a tree started to get some wood as much as i could and went to another one then i saw seeds on the ground it for me that is pretty scary it mostly happens in bedrock edition i guess it is canna stupid to be scared of something like that so i went on anyway so i was spiriting when out of nowhere i was walking near a pond of water then suddenly a block just broke then i fell in the pound it took me a while until i  got out  then later on i found more of the creepy dropped seeds on the ground after that i deleted the  world   because it was just to creepy and  i have never forgotten of  that real creepy experience in minecraft i hope you enjoyed this story of true scary tale of minecraft    the sandbox we all know and love i hope. minecraft is this  ultimate sandbox game were you can do what ever you want and be who ever and build what ever you want but like most games there is always something creepy a creeppypasta  rises up from it if you enjoy minecraft creeppypasta check out the minecraft youtuber o1g and heres the link:https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC6iJijyc_13WMPtew7euhqQ i hope you have enjoyed this have a good day or night or afternoon or what time you are reading this and always remember keep your eyes out not just in minecraft but everywhere. 

They're not real, they're not family. THEY ARE DEAD!" The voice screamed. Daniel fell over and began to shake. Then he got up and ran, passing teachers and students with blood dripping to the floor. The voice still in his head, "Find me." Daniel ran through the school doors and out to the street, not turning back. He ran and ran until the voice stopped. And by then, he was in the middle of nowhere. He looked around and saw trees, so he slowly began to walk towards them. He walked and walked until he saw a shadow. The voice in his head said "You found me." As man stepped out, this man was way higher than seven foot, he wore a suit and had no face. Then he skipped about a day, and woke standing in front of a dusted mirror. Daniel was wearing a red suit, his hair was spiked, his eyes were bright red dripping with blood and he had a giant smile. He began to walk out, grabbing a machete. "It's a new day, for a phsycopath."

I don’t know why, maybe it was because he was so young. Well, I was young too, but as we got older.. I called his stories bullshit, who wouldn’t? He had a skin condition, but to the kids who grew up in Cardston Alberta. You’d know who I’m talking about, for those who don’t? Let me fill you in. There’s a native reserve beside the small town. The Blackfoot, me and him are both Blackfoot natives. His name will be.. Jobe, he was a thin kid, nice and gentle. But his skin condition stopped him from leaving the house. I met him at day care, he went in the winter and stayed at his grandma’s in the summer, we both stayed inside. His skin condition kept him inside, and my asthma plus the fact all the kids were rude to us. We talked, both of us liked Star Wars and trucks.. almost instantly we became best friends. He wasn’t the type to lie, so when he mentioned his friends.. I believed him, he talked about a girl with a blue eye. And when I asked him where her other one was, he said that her father took it out. I.. had nightmares for a week, but I still felt the need to hear him. We told each other our secrets, I told him when I found out I wasn’t lesbian and that I wanted to be a guy. And he came out to me when he realized he didn’t like girls. He still told me about his friends and the others. But after I watched six sense I called bullshit, but I still listened to his stories. Another one that still haunts me—he asked me about my family, I had an uncle.. he molested kids, raped them too, but he died before I was born. I asked Jobe why he was asking about.. his name will be Lenny, he told me: “he said hi, and that he wants to play with you..” I almost threw up. He also talked about how he also touched one of my cousins, dicky. I asked her a month ago, telling her about Jobe and what he said, she almost burst into tears.. not because he touched her, but because she was angry. Angry that I knew, turns out she told no one, when I explained what happened— she called bullshit on me. As we got older, Jobe started to become less.. Jobe, he wasn’t happy and open about his friends. He seemed scared and anxious, guess not all of them were his friends. He told me about a great grandfather of mine.. he killed someone, it was a..I think a white dude who raped his daughter, he. Went crazy, lost his mind by thirty five. I did research, because I still thought bullshit. This time I actually did throw up, of course Jobe apologized and asked me if I was okay. Fan-fucking-tastic. But I remember in sixth grade, he.. went missing, guess his mom and dad weren’t as perfect as they seemed. They hated how he had a condition. How he was so fragile, but it was the fact that they hurt him too.. His father snapped when Jobe had a accident when he was making pancakes for Father’s Day.. he broke his arm, things had started to get worse but he never told me. He didn’t want me to worry or to panic, I only figured it out too late.. He committed suicide, he overdosed on a bunch of pills. The thing is.. I wasn’t over it, I never have gotten over it. So I bought a spirit box, I talked to him. Happy that I could talk to him again, to talk to my best friend and brother. I know he told me to NEVER use one, but I couldn’t handle it.. After awhile I started, I started to hear and see things in my house. The fact that I heard him.. Jobe—or what I assumed was him, the message of this. I..need help, these things are tormenting me. I feel like I’m going crazy, I’m fucking psycho, I’m going insane. None of my family believes me, I’ve seen them.. do things, my cat was killed by strangulation, before they could kill my dog. I gave him away, I think I’m next.

  As he goes, Marilyn kills Jewel and his mother is planning on killing him to. As he walks in his mother looks at him right in the eye. “Hi, darling I’m sorry to say but..” “What is it mother?” “I’m going to have to kill you.” “Mom, listen you need to go to the hospital, let me call.” As Damion goes to the phone, his mother throws a knife right in his back, instantly Damion is dead. So, no happily ever after my friends, just death and no this is not true this is just a story explaining paranormal activity and the strengths of it.

Her name was Lacrymosa Tea. Just as naming your child "Candy" predicts their future stripper career, her name almost guaranteed she'd be depressed. Lacrymosa is Latin for weeping/ sadness. Her father had run out on the family years ago and her mother was an alcoholic. Every night, she'd get drunk and beat her... that is unless her mother was on the phone with her sister all night. Lacrymosa cherished her aunt for that reason. They didn't live in the same state so the only way she could save her was to stay on the phone taking verbal abuse so that her niece wouldn't suffer physical abuse. She had no idea why she'd never reported it. Understandably, Lacrymosa was depressed. Her black hair hung limply around her face and her blue eyes once so bright had dimmed. She preferred to stay in the shadows. She preferred... to be away from people. By the time she was 13, she began cutting. It started when she was shaving her legs in the bathtub and the cheap razor broke. It cut a gash in her leg and at first, she swore under her breath cupping water in her hand to wash off the blood. However, as the blood oozed down, she felt satisfaction watching its path. The next day, Holly Hebert was teasing her again as usual in English class and she had a thought... the razor. This was a girl that sat behind her on the bus and cut her hair so it hung unevenly, put gum on her seat in class then pointed out the giant spot on her butt to everyone so they'd all laugh at her, threatened to beat her up daily, and often "accidentally" hit her with baseballs or volleyballs in gym class. She hated Holly. She didn't know who she hated more though...Holly or her mom. After school, she rushed home to dig the broken razor out of the trash and brought it to her room. She didn't hesitate. She placed the razor against her thigh and ran it in a long line. It bled just a little but it was enough. The sensation was hard to describe. It was like she was a balloon about to pop and the razor had let out some air. Just enough for her to function again. From then on, whenever she felt stress, anger, or any kind of unpleasantness, she would cut. Four years later, she was 17 and the cutting had all but stopped. Her thighs had visible scars from the years of cutting but so now did her upper arms and stomach. The scars were a reminder of the horrible things she'd done to herself. Sure she thought about doing it again, but she'd learned new ways to deal with her feelings. The one thing that helped most was the presence and attention of her little pug Evan. Her mother had gotten him for her and it was completely out of character, but Lacrymosa didn't question it at all. The dog meant the world to her. Shortly after she'd gotten Evan, her aunt had visited and seen the cuts on her body. She didn't deny it when her aunt had asked if her mother had done it. She couldn't admit she'd done it herself. In the end, her mother had gone to jail... and she'd been placed in her grandparents home. She felt bad she'd blamed her mother for the cuts but she'd done far worse to her for years. Bruises and broken bones her mother had gotten away with but now she was paying for her crime... even if it was technically the wrong crime. But that was years ago and she was able to sleep without fear now. One night she went to bed more exhausted than she'd ever been. So tired in fact that when a noise awoke her from a deep sleep, her eyes only fluttered open and barely registered a shadowy figure before falling deep asleep again. The next morning, Lacrymosa woke up to the sight of blood. There were cuts on her legs, stomach, arms, and wrists... just like the cuts she'd made herself for years. But she hadn't done these! She'd never even cut her wrists before. Why hadn't she felt any of it happening? Why hadn't Evan barked? She rushed to the bathroom to tend to her wounds then dressed in jeans and a long sleeve shirt to cover each bandage. She dashed out the front door ignoring her grandfather's greeting and rushed to school. She thought hard about the cuts. Had she done them herself? That's when she remembered the figure she'd vaguely seen the night before. Was it her mother? It had to be right? The next morning, she woke up and again... there was blood. Her cuts were deeper and the were more of them. She was scared now. She had to do something. Seeing the cuts was stirring something inside of her. She had the urge to cut again but no! She couldn't! She held Evan close and pushed the thoughts away. If it was her mom, she had to catch her. That night, she set up the camera on her computer to record while she slept and went to bed. The next morning, she awoke to the same cuts as usual. They were really getting deep now. Rushing to her computer, she stopped the recording and began fast forwarding through the footage. She watched herself sleeping covered only in sheets and moving slightly. She skipped through hours seeing nothing until she suddenly noticed something. Blood was seeping through the sheets. It was just a small spot at first but it grew quickly. Lacrymosa paused the playback. This wasn't possible. She'd watched closely and seen no one. She rewound the footage and watched again. There was no one there and yet there were cuts being made and blood pouring from them. The next night, she drank a ton of coffee mixed with caffeine pills. She was scared to sleep. It was like she was living a Freddy Kruger movie without the scary man and glove with knives for fingers. Trying her best to stay awake, she googled her problem. None of the results came close and she was about to move on and watch some videos on YouTube when a message popped up on her Facebook messenger. It was from a user with just the letter "D" for a name. She opened the message. It read: "We need to talk". Lacrymosa sat still a moment before responding. She had all but a dozen "friends" on Facebook (mostly family) and this was not one of them. "Do I know you? " she typed. "No, but we need to talk. It's about the cuts. Can you meet me? We can go somewhere public " She thought a moment. The cuts? How could anyone possibly know about that? Intrigued, she responded "How will I know who to look for?" "Meet me at the 24 hour McDonald's in town. I'll find you" Lacrymosa opened the window of her second story bedroom, pat Evan goodbye, and stepped out onto the porch roof. She then jumped onto the front lawn with a thud and got in her little beater car (a silver Neon her grandfather had gotten her for her 16th birthday) . When she got there, she looked around. She didn't know who she was looking for so she went to the counter to order coffee. As she stood there waiting for an employee to take her order, she felt a tap on her shoulder. "Hey" said a man. Lacrymosa turned around. Before her stood a very tall pale boy about her age. His long shoulder length hair was black and his eyes were a beautiful grey. If he didn't look so tired and worn out, he might actually have been attractive. "Are you..." she tried to ask suddenly remembering she didn't know his name. "Draco... yes" he replied. "Draco? Your name is Draco? Like Draco Malfoy?" Lacrymosa said realizing she was probably saying the wrong thing. He rolled his eyes. "Yes... my parents are really big Harry Potter fans " he said almost sarcastically. "Your name isn't any better. Lacrymosa... like the song Roman Catholics play at funerals" "You're right. Fair enough. Why haven't I seen you in school? " she asked. Before he could respond, a McDonald's employee interrupted. "Can I help you? " she asked. They turned to see a smiling woman behind the counter waiting patiently. Draco ordered and paid for 2 large coffees and started walking to a booth in the back. They sat down in silence for a few moments before Draco responded to Lacrymosa's question as though there had been no interruption. "I'm homeschooled." He said simply. "So..." she said "how did you know? " Draco looked up from his cup. Then he rolled up his sleeves to reveal his arms full of bandages with blood seeping through. "You and I... are in trouble" he said. She tried to respond but he held up his hand. "Let me explain something first. Then we'll discuss it". Lacrymosa nodded quickly "I had a dream last night. In it, my sister who passed a year ago... told me to find you. I thought at first that she was talking about some drink... sorry. She said we could figure this thing out together." He paused. "Have you tried to record it?" Lacrymosa nodded. "Me too. It doesn't show up on camera. Ive never seen it..." he leaned in closer "but I think I know why it's happening. Before it started, were you a cutter?" He asked. She nodded, "but I'd stopped! It's been a year! " he smiled. "I think I'm right then. I was a cutter too. There has to be a connection". They sat in silence for a few minutes. "So how do we figure this out? How do we stop it? " Lacrymosa asked. Draco shook his head. "I don't know but we've got to try. Let's keep in touch. Call me if you figure anything out and i'll do the same" he said. They talked for a long time that night about their problem as well as other topics before going their separate ways. Lacrymosa found out he'd been homeschooled because of horrible bullying. They had that in common but he lived with two very supportive parents so they didn't have that. They seemed to instantly bond united by a common problem and goal. It felt nice to finally have a friend. They spent every free moment together for the next month. They barely slept and it got to the point that Draco would sneak into Lacrymosa's room at night and they'd sleep in shifts with one of them awake at all times keeping watch. They were becoming very close now. One night Draco didn't come over. He'd fallen asleep on accident and around 2 am, Lacrymosa was woken up by her phone ringing. It was him and he sounded terrified. "Can I come over? " he'd asked. She agreed of course and within 20 minutes, Draco was on her porch roof tapping at her window. Lacrymosa let him in and he rushed into her arms. "I spoke to it" he whispered. She pulled away quickly to look at his face. He was serious. "What?!" She asked. He nodded closing his eyes. Lacrymosa guided him to her bed and they laid beside each other. She held him in her arms as he explained. "I caught it in the act" he said. "I woke up when I felt a presence beside my bed so I opened my eyes and...I heard a laugh" Lacrymosa held her breath as he spoke. She wanted him to explain and feared he'd stop if she made a noise. "I'll spare you the details but it said that hurting yourself is an unspoken contract with it. Whatever this is... it doesn't like that we stopped cutting ourselves. It's trying to renew that urge inside of us to make us start up again and the only way to make it stop is to continue cutting...or cut someone else" He stopped and looked into Lacrymosa's face. "Each life we take..." he whispered "will give us 2 weeks". They lay there in silence for what seemed like an eternity. "I can't cut myself again. I can't. I'm already too cut up" she finally said. "Me too" "But I can't kill someone else! " "Me either" "So..." "So... what now?" Silence again. "Who would you off anyways? You know... if we did it" he asked. Lacrymosa thought a moment." Oh she knew who. She knew 2 people actually. Draco was homeschooled but he had a few names as well. "I know who" she said. "But let's think on it. Sleep here from now on. That should keep us safe for now". They stared into each other's eyes for a moment before their lips touched. That's when they realized... they were more than friends. They'd come to love each other very much. It had happened quickly but neither of them had ever had someone they cared about as much as they cared for each other. Together they could get through anything. "I love you Lacrymosa Tea" he whispered. "I love you too Draco Riley". Every night for the next six months, Draco snuck into Lacrymosa's room not to keep watch but to sleep beside her... and all was well. No blood. No cuts. They thought they'd found a loophole. For those six months, they were the happiest they'd ever been. This had to be why they were being left alone by the entity that cut them. Love was stronger than whatever it was. They did everything together now. They'd even met each others families and Lacrymosa felt that one day they may be joined. She shared this thought with Draco and he'd laughed, hugged her, and said "wait for me will you? That's my job to ask you". They both graduated High School and celebrated their 18th birthdays (which were only weeks apart). They made plans for the future and even began to forget about their ordeal. They shouldn't have forgotten. One morning at the end of the six months, Lacrymosa woke up beside Draco as usual. Her eyes still closed, she smiled as she rested her head on his shoulder and snuggled up closer to him. But something was wrong. He was cold. She opened her eyes and immediately saw blood. All over the walls. All over the ceiling. She sat up and looked down at herself. She was full of blood but it wasn't all hers. She turned to Draco. She would have thought he was just sleeping except that he was an ugly shade of blue and he was covered in blood. His shirt was ripped open and carved into his stomach was "no loopholes" The next few days were a blur. Her grandparents were confused as to why he'd been in her bed, the police interrogated her about how he'd died beside her and she hadn't noticed, but they didn't ask about the message carved into his body... it was as though they couldn't see it. She didn't say a word. She didn't know what to say... she became catatonic. She was checked out and after seeing her cuts, she was stitched up and taken to a mental hospital. She missed Draco's funeral of course but that hardly mattered now. The thing... whatever it was... had taken Draco from her. For days she was in that hospital. Waking up with fresh cuts that were immediately stitched up. The staff were clueless as to how she was getting them and by the end of the week, she was covered in ugly black stitches... she now resembled Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas. Even in her face. Draco's parents visited her. Pleading for information... asking if she'd done it. She didn't speak. All she could do was cry and shake her head. They eventually left empty handed. Lacrymosa hadn't spoken a word since the morning she lost Draco. One day she was sitting in her room staring at the wall when she noticed a brick that was loose. She pulled it out and found that someone had hidden a knife inside. Suddenly she heard footsteps and quickly hid the knife under her mattress. She had a visitor... her mother. She strode into the room and sat down in a chair. "I got out" she said. Something in Lacrymosa snapped. Draco was put in the back of her mind for a minute and all she could think of was the things her mother had done. Everything Holly had done. All the reasons she started cutting in the first place. "They said you wouldn't speak...I hoped you'd talk to me at least. " she sighed. "You look awful". Lacrymosa stayed silent as her mother continued to talk. She yelled at her for not talking, blamed her for "that boys" death, and of course for putting her in jail. Lacrymosa couldn't stand the look on her mother's face. She was getting angrier and angrier the longer they sat there. She stood up and so did her mother. She probably thought her daughter was going to hug her or something but as she took a step closer, Lacrymosa swiftly made a move for the knife and slit her mother's throat. Dropping to her knees, her eyes pleaded for help. But her daughter just stabbed each eye... and walked away. Lacrymosa walked through the hospital slashing the throats of patients and staff alike. She swore she heard the chords of a Lacrymosa playing and began to hum along. How she walked all the way home in a now bloody hospital gown is a mystery. No one was home when she got there and she went straight up to her room... to where she'd last seen Draco and began to cry. For the first time in weeks, she spoke. Just one word. "Draco". Two weeks after the Greenleaf City post reported on the New Hope Hospital Massacre, it reported on the death of a recent High School graduate named Holly Hebert. Her throat had been slashed just as the victims at the hospital had but the word "bully" was carved into her arm. She wouldn't be the last.

At a quarter to ten that morning, Mavin Diggory stumbled drunkenly through the hallway towards his room. It was still early, however he held hope in his heart that he could pass out and sleep through the next morning. He stumbled down the paisley wallpapered hall until he found his  room number, and steadied himself enough to open the door, vaguely aware of the figure leaning delicately against the wall a few meters away. After a few paltry attempts his door popped open and he saw the beautiful rectangle that would bring him peace.     The door snagged on his jacket sleeve, and he yanked his arm forward to get it free, ripping it in the process. Mavin cursed the cheaply made fabric and lurched towards his bed. Ankles snapped as he stretched out across the unkempt bed, rolling onto his side to ease the queasiness in his stomach. He slowly shut his eyes and held his head in a failed effort to stop the room from spinning.     “You have got to stop drinking.” He mumbled to himself, a phrase he'd been repeating to himself over the course of the past year.     When Mavins head stopped spinning long enough to open his eyes he was greeted with a blur of yellow collected below in the streets. Three minutes passed before he was able to make out the yellow figures from the blurriness of his eyes. Taxis.     His ankles felt incredibly heavy as he made his way towards the window. There were three taxis lined up along the side of the street, waiting.     Dull brown eyes scanned the taxis with disgust. The bright dandelion color kept drawing his eyes to it, reminding him of tiny fingers spreading yellow out on paper, placing the paint delicately in a pattern only those fingers can understand. For a moment Mavin stared at the taxis. He tried to imagine them if they were orange or purple instead. He closed his eyes and watched the colors form patterns behind his eyelids. The colors shifted behind his eyes with shades of red, orange and yellow. Mavin watched his eyelids for so long he entered the short space between dreaming and reality. Memories and thoughts of his were being mixed in with the lively world below.     Glimpses of yellow hair bouncing up and down in the sunlight flashed behind his eyes. The sound of trampoline springs and laughter were so loud in his ears it was almost as if the traffic below him is noiseless. The yellow hair flips backwards twice followed by loud squeals and laughter.     Palms flew up to Mavins eyes as an attempt to stop the memories from coming back, creating a kaleidoscope of color behind his eyes. More yellow.     Behind his eyes a yellow dress runs quickly past him followed by splash of water as it jumps into the pool. The bright fabric floats beneath the surface of the water with two tiny legs kicking amiss behind it.     “STOP. STOP.” Mavin yells to himself. “I can’t think about her. Stop. Stop. Stop.”     A dirty hand reached out towards the bottle on the dresser. The hand yanked it off and put it to lips before he could even register it was empty.     “No. No. I can’t -no.”     Mavin dropped his head down as the bottle slid out of his hand. The rock in his chest felt too heavy. Finally, after a full year of suppressing everything he felt, Mavin cried. One year of drinking. One year of living in the same hotel room. One year without her.     A blonde head leaned out of the window, the wind moving his disheveled hair in every direction. The wind created a coldness on his cheek where the tears fell. It stung.     He looked down into the street again. Two of the taxis pulled out at the same time and drove away. I wonder where they’re going? Mavin thought to himself. His brown eyes followed the taxis until they were out of sight until they were just a blur of yellow driving away.     Everything came back in blur.     Blonde hair ran past followed by a few other heads, chasing each other around the yard. It was a birthday party. The air was filled with sounds of squeaky trampoline springs and splashes of water.     “Can I have go to the field with the kids, daddy?” An angelic voice asked him.     “Look both ways, come back across when the sky gets darker.” He replied.     “Okay daddy. I love you!”     “I love you too. If you take off your shoes remember to bring them back.”     One of the children's parents turned to ask him about something. His eyes left her for two seconds. Before Mavin had a chance to reply the sickening sound of tires squealing filled the street. It was only two seconds.     A blonde head had just enough time to turn and look before the metal collided with her body. Mavin couldn’t even run towards her. Her little body was just as twisted as the wreckage of the car a few feet away from her. Red stained her yellow hair and dress.     Mavin died that day too.     “I shouldn’t have- I should’ve-.” The sentence fell short. There was nothing he could’ve done, that he could do that would change anything. There was nobody left to listen anyway. He closed his eyes briefly before the red and yellow collage behind his eyelids brought back flashes of her lifeless body, forcing him to open them again.     His eyes fell to the street again. Brown Eyed Susans lined flower boxes a few floors below, the center reminding him of the brown eyes that loved him unconditionally. The yellow petals are the same ones that grow around her new home, her permanent home. The longer he looked the more memories came back, and this time there was no more alcohol in his system to block them out.     Mavin remembered that she was buried in her blue dress. He remembered how she would’ve wanted to be buried in her yellow one, had it not been ruined. He should've bought her a new one. He remembered breaking down in her room trying to pick out a last outfit for her because no matter how much he wanted to he couldn’t just ask her which one she prefered. He remembered not knowing which shoes she liked with what dress or which stuffed animal was her favorite.     He remembered looking around her bright room for the last time before leaving forever. The pale little figurines that lined the top of her bookcase. The way the books were organized by color rather than name, author, or genre. Shadows from the bed and picture frames were thrown across her pale yellow walls, giving the joyfully decorated room an eerie undertone. Her bed was still the way she had left it. His eyes stayed focused on the flowers. And finally let himself think of her. Her blonde hair. She had her mother's light brown eyes as opposed to his dark almond color.            He even thought about the freckles that ran across her nose and onto her cheeks like tiny constellations.  She was with the stars now. The yellow petals drew him in. He could feel them pulling him closer and closer. He thought about the soft yellow blanket that covered her tiny, fragile body the first time he held her. The way the saffron colored curtains delicately danced in the breeze while she stretched and yawned in her first toddler bed. He felt the wind on his face and the last thing he remembered was standing in a sunflower patch with her. Admiring how the flowers towered over her, the angle making the petals seem as big as the clouds. The petals on the brown eye Susan's didn't compare to those of sunflowers, but the closer he got the more he understood their beauty. The figure leaning on the wall walked into the room and looked down into the street. Marvins body dyed the flowers a brilliant shade of red, and a crowd was starting to gather around his body. The figure walked out of the room, tapping it's finger on a miniature grandfather clock on the way out. It's 10 am.

There once was a man who was 30 years old called Tommy Adler who loved the internet. He liked Pinterest, Facebook,Flickr etc but the site he liked the most was YouTube. He watched videos in all kinds of categories, everything from gaming videos, vlogs to music videos. He usually spent at least 2 hours of his day to browse and watch YouTube. One day after, he was starting to get tired of  browsing and watching video clips on youtube. He wanted something new. when he started to look for other video sharing sites than Youtube, an ad for a website popped up. The man thought it was just a virus but he decided to click on it anyway. The website was called "Sweettube.com". The man became curious and thought it was fun alternative to YouTube and clicked on it. The first thing he noticed on the site was that almost every video seemed to be in black and white. Another thing he noticed was that the title on almost every video on the site had only one word on it. The website's design was actually pretty cool, almost as if the design was a copy of YouTube's design. He clicked on the first video he saw, it was titled Dancing.mp4 The video was a ten minutes video about a little girl dressed up as a ballerina in a pink dress. She danced in a room with only one light and there was no music. The next video he watched was titled sleeping.mp4 This five minutes video had a camera zooming in on a man who was sleeping, this video was black and white with a broken music box playing in the background. The man thought both this videos was very boring. He watched two more videos but they were just like the two first videos he watched, boring. When he was about to say screw this and close the website, he noticed another video titled Crying.mp4 He's curiosity took him over again and he began watching it. Crying.mp4 was in black and white and began with a young boy who was tied down to a chair. The boy was crying for help when suddenly a man wearing a Mickey Mouse mask entered the room. The man picked up a pistol and began to shoot the boy several times in the head while blood and brain parts flying everywhere, then, the video ended. The man was terrified over what he had just watched but he's curiosity had taken full control over him and he began to watch the other videos on the site. The videos became more and more disturbing for every video. Glass.mp4 was a nine minutes video about woman who crushes a bottle and began to eat the glass parts while staring at the camera. Cutebaby.mp4 was a six minutes black and white video about a teenage girl who enters a playpen where a baby is. She picks up the baby, quickly takes a knife and began to viciously stabbing the baby and then eat the baby's organs while the baby slowly died. Sacrifice.mp4 was a eight minutes black and white video about a group of children who tortures a man. They began with skinning the man and then pour oil over his body. They end the ritual with setting the man's body on fire. Suicidekid.mp4 was a five minutes video about a little girl hanging herself with a noose with nails on, you could hear some distorted laughter in the background. Kittycat.mp4 was a fifteen minutes video about a completely naked woman with braided pigtails, who stood on a empty town street and tormented an alley cat she had tied onto a trash bin. She threw rocks and poured acid on the cat's head while smiling sadistically while the cat slowly died.  Rage.mp4 was a seven minutes black and white video about a man in a straightjacket. He screamed loudly at someone of screen to release him. He then began to bit and tear of parts of the straightjacket and his skin in order to escape the straightjacket. In the last shot of the video, the man's bones where visible. The last four videos contained mutilation, torture, aborted fetuses and cannibalism and other sick shit. After the last videos, the man was absolutely shocked over what he had just witnessed.He decided to immediately contact the police about the site and to leave the internet and never ever return to it.

She doesn't know when the big freeze started, exactly. It was just always there. She had fond memories of playing the the ghostly pale snow with her younger brother when she was just barely higher than her mom's knees. It was one of the few things she remembered about him, really. Now a fully grown woman, Jessa slowly freezes this evening by herself, in the same home she used to share with her family. They'd all perish one at a time, slowly over the years. Adolescence was abysmal to deal with on her own, but she made due. She hunts her own food and builds her own fires so she can't really complain. She survives. The only thing, she often thinks is how nice it would be if she could stay warm in her house, without the need for a fire running or her wool linned survival gear laying so close and sweaty against her bare flesh that getting comfortable was damn near impossible. Just as she finished the thought this evening, a thunderous knock shook its way through her door. Jessa, was curious to the intentions of the visitor. When the snow piled up past your head and then some, you really take heavy consideration to what makes you travel. Food, yes. Warmth, yes. A friendly neighbor looking to borrow a cup of sugar to make some brownies, not very likely. The more likely scenario was that whomever was at her door was looking for food and shelter, they might even be here to take hers. So she grabbed a spear and made her way to the door. If there was a sound on the other side of the door, she couldn't hear it. Then the knocking came again so suddenly that she almost fell off her feet. But she grounded herself and instinctually flung open the door. The door stopped on the outside wall with a loud crack... there was no one on the other side of the door. Had they been frightened off by the force she exerted just now? Had they sought out another entrance? These thoughts didn't last long as she observed the fresh, undisturbed powder snow surrounding her house. Odd. The thought rang through her head. As she turned to grab the door to close it again something caught her eye just below her peripheral vision. There right on the frozen doormat, was a thick fiberous blanket. Black as the nighttime abyss. Confused, she took the blanket in her hands. It was soft, like the fuzzy belly of a rambunctious puppy. From inside the folds of the blanket fell a note, written in a chalky jet black substance. "From a Family Friend. Stay Warm." A smile crept its way across her mouth. Her dreams had come true, she could wrap herself up when she needed immediate warmth and not be itchy and sweaty from her wool lined gear. She snagged the black blanket and took it in the house, closing the door. No sooner had the door clicked shut had she began stripping off her gear, the subzero air bit harshly at her bare flesh. Quickly, she pulled the blanket around herself and waited for her body heat to encompass its silky ebony fibers. It didn't feel like the blanket was warming her at all. In fact, she noticed she felt colder by just wearing it. Immediately her hands went to remove the blanket, but they weren't listening to her commands, they weren't moving at all. The rest of her body hadn't faired any better as she realized she was on the floor, blood pooling around her face. How had she not notice she had fallen? Would the pain not have alerted her to something gone amiss? But why? ....Why was there no pain? "A friend to all, eventually." A whispery voice called out. It sounded both male and female, sad and happy, far and right in her ear. "Everyone eventually comes around to meeting me. But you. Your family was fun." The voice came off as a little more malicious now. "I started this winter to slim down a bit. Granted it got a little out of hand, but it has been fun." The black blanket lifted itself from her body making a humanoid figure form before her unmoving eyes. "Your grandmother was the first person I got with the storm. Nothing personal of course, just the luck of the draw. But as I went down your family tree. Grandpa.... Dad.... Brother.... Mother.... Aunts, Cousins, Bastard Siblings. I had a though. Why not save you, not only as the last of your family but THE LAST. It seemed only right that the storm I created to get rid of humans starts and ends with your bloodline. It's over now. It all ends, with you Jessa." She fails to draw in a startled breath, when from the swirling chaos of black that was the blanket... a skeletal hand reaches out and wraps its bleached bone hand around her face. The last memory she made, was a deep, hissing, whispery laughter. And then. Nothing.

  It seems that entering nirvana upon death is not an easy thing to do, is it?

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