A little girl was home alone with her dog one night. Her dog sleeps right next to her bed very night which reassures her. She climbed in bed and went to sleep. Late at night she heard a dripping noise from her bathroom. She put her hand down and felt a reassuring lick from her dog. She eventually went back to sleep. Then later she woke to the same dripping sound, reached down and felt another lick from her dog. She fell asleep moments later. She woke to the same dripping sound from her bathroom. She got another lick from her dog. This time she built up enough courage to get up and find out what made the sound. In the bathroom she found her dog dead hanging from the shower head an written next to it in blood was[spoiler]i like turtles[/spoiler]

You really should read this because it’s important for everyone to read this. DON’T READ THIS UNLESS YOU CAN HANDLE BEING REALLY SCARED. One day, Sarah was minding her business surfing the internet, booking a flight to Maine where her father was ill. As she pointed and clicked, she started to smell something burning. She ran around the house, but, failed to find the source. As she sat back down at the computer desk, she noticed that the smoke was actually coming from the computer! She panicked and started running around her house, packing her children into a briefcase. As she dialed 911 on the cell phone, she swung open the front door and there it was. An estranged ostrich was sitting on her front porch drinking wine and smoking a cigar. Startled, it violently pecked at Sarah in both of her eyes until she couldn’t see, blinding her for life. Her children started screaming. Ostriches take children screaming as a sign of food, so, the fierce beast ate all of the children. Blood was dripping everywhere. If you don’t send this to at least 10 people in the next minute, your computer will begin to smoke and set your house on fire and an ostrich will eat your children and peck out your eyes. If you send this to 20 people you’ll still have your sight, however, the ostrich will eat your children. And possibly any cute pets like kittens or puppies that are living in your house. If you send this to 30 people, you’ll die. Eventually and inevitably. 295 people have gotten aids by not sending it to 30 people. You have 1 minute

Click clack and NO MORE PMS. So once, there was something that went through cities, declining the population steadily throughout a course of 6 weeks. Its was in all the newspapers. It started near california and is going west. So heres the story: There was this girl named Belle. Her friend was having a bday party somewhat late. So that morning, shes looking in the newspaper for the weather, and she sees a headline titled, "click clack devastates alabama" she doesnt know what click Clack is, but she knows she lives in Texas, so she should be safe. So shes about to leave, and her mom says to get back before3 am. She asks why, but her mom doesnt answer. So, she sets out for her friends house at 8 p.m. by the time she gets there, its already nine. So she has fun at the party, and she realizes she should get going when her watch says 2am. So she helps clean up the party, and when she leaves, its 2:30. She knows itll take her more than an hour to get home, but she doesnt worry too much Soon enough, its 3, then 3:10. She was walking home, and she hears in an alleyway next to her, "click, clack, click, clack" and she says its probably just a cat, but still quickens her pace. She hears the noise getting louder, so she starts running. "Click, clack" She looks behind her, and nothings there. After a few hundred feet, she turns around, and sees a human. But, his entire lower body was cut off, and was holding everything in place with plastic wrap. The way it was moving steadily closer was its fimgernails, which were a couple feet long, and whenever it crawled, its nails would make the noise, "click, clack" A So, she starts running. She sees her home, but the noise is also getting louder. She makes it to her front porch, and click clack was just 15 feet away. You could tell he was getting excited. So you bang at the door for your mom to let her in, but the tvs too loud and she doesnt hear you. Click clack is only 5 feet away now, and youre still screaming for your mom to let you in. And soon, all you hear is "click, clack, click, clack." Fast forward to about 6 am, and your moms worrying where you are. So she opens the door to get the newspaper, and she sees you, torn to shreds, with a note next to your body. It reads, "you shouldve let her in"

the smiling man, About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking. I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening. It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a weeknight, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty. I turned down a short side-street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me. Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer. I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips. I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move. Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than ten seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast. I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip-toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly. I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me. And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky. When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper: "Whaaat…?" Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling. And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running. I ran too. I ran until I was off of the side-road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there. I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.

The basement. Always a source of fear for me as a child. Especially going up. Climbing up the slow creaky wooden planks with the darkness enveloping behind me. It was as if I could sense someone. [b]Something[/b]. Waiting for me. For this reason, I would run. Always, I would run. One day, as I'm in Highschool, I had some work to be done in the basement. Once again I had to take that treacherous climb. In the back of mind, something was telling me to run, like I used to. But hey, I'm 17, I'm not a kid. I don't need to run away from the "spooky basement monsters" It was then, as I was slowly climbing up those creaky stairs that I felt those cold, clammy hands grip my ankle as hard as a vice. [spoiler]"Finally. You slowed down"[/spoiler]

You're walking in the woods. There's no one around, And your phone is dead. Out of the corner of your eye you spot him, Shia Labeouf. He's following you About 30 feet back. He gets down on all fours and breaks into a sprint. He's gaining on you. Shia Labeouf. You're looking for your car, But you're all turned around. He's almost upon you now And you can see there's blood on his face! My god, there's blood everywhere! Running for your life (From Shia Labeouf.) He's brandishing a knife. (It's Shia Labeouf.) Lurking in the shadows Hollywood superstar Shia Labeouf. Living in the woods, (Shia Labeouf.) Killing for sport, (Shia Labeouf.) Eating all the bodies Actual, cannibal Shia Labeouf. Now it's dark and you seem to have lost him, But you're hopelessly lost yourself. Stranded with a murderer, You creep silently through the underbrush. A-ha! In the distance, A small cottage with a light on. Hope! You move stealthily toward it, But your leg! AH! It's caught in a bear trap! Gnawing off your leg, (Quiet, quiet.) Limping toward the cottage, (Quiet, quiet.) Now you're on the doorstep, Sitting inside, Shia Labeouf. Sharpening an ax, (Shia Labeouf.) But he doesn't hear you enter, (Shia Labeouf.) You're sneaking up behind him. Strangling superstar Shia Labeouf. Fighting for your life with Shia Labeouf, Wrestling a knife from Shia Labeouf, Stab it in his kidney. Safe at last from Shia Labeouf. You limp into the dark woods, Blood oozing from your stump leg. But you have won. You have beaten Shia Labeouf

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When you’re working the night shift at an all-night diner, be careful taking out the trash. When you go outside… Out where the dumpster is… It’s kind of dark out there. You’re not afraid? Well I am. Especially after… Well, you know. You don’t remember? It was all over the news. I probably shouldn’t tell you. It would ruin the night shift for you. You mean you’ve never heard the story of the “Hash-Slinging Slasher?” The Slash-Bringing Hasher? The Sash-Ringing Flasher? The Trash-Singing Basher. The Mash-Flinging Dasher? The Flash-Stringing Gasher? The Crash-Dinging Masher? The Hash-Slinging Slasher, yes. But most people just call him “The Ha-AAAAAAARGH!” because that’s all they have time to say before he gets them. Years ago at this very diner, the Hash-Slinging Slasher used to be a fry cook – just like you – only clumsier. And then, one night, when he was cutting the patties… It happened. He cut off his own hand by mistake. He replaced his hand with a rusty spatula and then he got hit by a bus and at his funeral, they fired him. So now, every Tuesday night, his ghost returns to the restaurant to wreak his horrible vengeance. And tonight is Tuesday night! He’ll be coming. There are three signs that signal the approach of the Hash-Slinging Slasher: First, the lights will flicker on and off. Next, the phone will ring and there will be nobody there. And finally, the Hash-Slinging Slasher arrives in the ghost of the bus that ran him over. Then he exits the bus and crosses the street without looking both ways because he’s already dead. Then he taps on the window with his grizzly spatula hand. He opens the door. He slowly approaches the counter… And do you know what he does next? You really want to know? Are you sure you want to know? He gets ya! [spoiler]spooky[/spoiler]

If you see this bunny you will be forced to sit next to him for eternity.

Goodluck sleepin after this one, gonna have to book it up my basement stairs without lookin back.. anyways 911 operator has a terrifying call. “911, what is your emergency?” “Yeah, hi, um...This is going to sound kind of strange but there's a man stumbling around in circles in my front yard.” “...could you repeat that, sir?” “He looks...sick, or lost, or drunk, or something. I just woke up to get a glass of water and heard snow crunching around underneath my front window so I peeked out...I'm looking at him now, he's about ten yards away from my window. Something's not right.” “What is your address, sir?” “1617 Quarry Lane, in Pinella Pass.” “I'm going to send a squad car your way, but that's quite a ways out. Are you alone in your house sir?” “Yes, I'm alone.” “Can you confirm that all of your doors and windows are locked? Stay on the phone with me.” “I know that my front is definitely locked, but I'll go check my back door again really quick. … I appreciate your help, by the way, I know this is kind of strange but I really hope that –“ ... “...Sir? Are you still there?” “He's...he's still in the yard yard. But he's...what the -blam!-...he's upside down...” “Sir? Stay on with me, what is happening?” “He's staring right at me...but he's...he's standing on his hands now. He's perfectly still, staring straight at me. He's doing a handstand and he's smiling at me and not moving.” “He's...he's doing a handstand, sir?” “I...I don't know how he...yeah, he's facing me and standing on his hands and he's got this huge smile and he's perfectly still...what the -blam!-...please get someone out here NOW.” “Sir I need you to remain calm. I've put out the call and an officer is on his way.” “His teeth are so huge...what the -blam!-, please help me...” “Sir I want you to try and keep an eye on him but make sure your back door is locked again. We need to make sure all possible access points are secured. Can you talk me through and confirm that your back door is locked?” “Okay...I'm walking backwards now and keeping him in my sight... My hand is on the back doorknob now...it's locked. I need to check the deadbolt so I'm going to take my eyes off of him for a split second.” “Alright sir. Help is on the way. Just stay on the phone with me, everything's going to be alright. Sir? … ...Sir? Are you still there?” “He's...his face. It's up against the glass.” “Sir, I need you to speak up. What is happening?” “I looked away for a split second and now...his face. It's pressed up against my front window. His teeth are huge and he's still smiling...There's no color in his eyes...Jesus please help me, why won't it just -blam!-ingmove...” “Sir, I need you to go to the nearest room and lock yourself inside of it. Do you have a basement or a bedroom that you can lock yourself in?” “He won't stop staring...he's going to hurt me...” “Sir I need you to listen to me. Lock yourself somewhere safe until the officer arrives at your house. Can you hear me?” “I...yes...yes, I'm going to lock myself in my room.” “And you're positive that you're alone in your house, correct?” “Yes, I'm alone in the house... …wait a moment... he's moving. He's shaking his head. He's telling me no. He can hear us. He's telling me I'm not alone.” … … … “Sir? Sir are you still there? I heard a loud noise, is everything alright? … … “Sir?”

A message from Bill Cipher- "Hahahahahaha! You mortals with your stories. So silly! Don't worry I see all of you soon! Until then I'll be watching! The Universe is an Illusion, The World is A Hologram, Buy Gold Bye!" If you understood that then good for you Bill won't invade your dreams and make u his puppet! Comment and Like if u understood!

Harbinger Experiment. Please read it all if you can. http://www.creepypasta.com/harbinger-experiment/

If you say "I like kids" 3 times in front of a mirror a pedophile appears.

Jeff the Killer, 1999, or Smile dog.

Have you guys ever seen the clown that hides from gay people?