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I've always seen strange stuff, but this one's not a theory or anything. This is an actual experience I had once with VHS tapes. It even felt so confusing that it changed my point of view on SpongeBob. Just for a few days.

There were plenty of games to play with. My favorite genre was Horror, which a horror movie titled The Exorcist introduced me to. A lot of those times, we were guests and had tix. There were a lot of enjoyable places and horror, too. However, I found a game called “RUN”, with an unnerving icon. The description explained how we spawn in a creepy forest out of nowhere, and if you find the skinwalker, you will die. It seemed a lot interesting to me, as I love horror so much, so I joined.

I have been playing for a long time, and I had a lot of friends, but I had discovered this one game that creeped me out, other than that one skinwalker game.

Do any of you know one of these old roblox games? That was called “HERE, where the world is quiet.” That was one of those old obscure games on the internet as you were scrolling on the Roblox website. It was made by an account, known to be made by one of the admins of Roblox. They were being claimed as a myth, but however, this has since been debunked. Now let’s get my experience going.

The 4th Annual Harrison Boulevard Food Truck Festival was in high gear. Food, fun, and, and families were the main course at the town’s celebration. Three blocks of culinary delights included everything from BBQ, vegetarian, and desserts. Small bites and some candy carts splattered in between. The event is a tourism hotspot and a welcome boom to the town’s economy. The day was a scorching 98 degrees outside but people still came salivating to the event. Some locals grumbled about increased…

Have you ever wished to go back? Even if it was just for a short while? I’ve seen many collapse under the weight of reality and instead choose the comfort of rose-colored glasses. It’s strange how we accept language for what it is and rarely question its origins. Take idioms, for instance—we use them every day with carelessness, never respecting their weight or power. I hear you hurl them into the void, not realizing how close you are to unveiling a path not meant to be traversed. These phrases…

Bright colors, brat's laughter, lastly arcade pixels beaming on teens faces while playing left me with an odd expression. I was never used to this kind of scenery when I was 6. Jess, the popular girl that every teacher and classmates love to see in the hallways or in class, invited me to her birthday party. Why did she even acknowledge me in the first place? We never talked nor had any projects together so why?

“Dude, SHUT UP!” “What?” “Yeah, he’s right so please shut up. You’ve been telling the same exact setup, it is always something like someone just hunting a guy down and then everybody dying. Be original for once.” My friend, let’s call her Lucy, said to Jake. I threw my head back and laughed as I put the melted marshmallow inside the s'mores, broke chocolate bars, and slid them inside of the graham crackers.

Once upon a time in a remote village there was a very old hospital which had a forbidden abandoned wing inside it. Members of the hospital used to brush off the topic of this forbidden abandoned wing of the hospital because there were some people who used to say that this particular wing of the hospital is haunted and has some mystery hidden behind it.No one used to dare talk about that wing of the hospital because everyone was scared of that wing. One day a new nurse who had just recently…

The Men in The Classroom His room is filled with spores. The walls have mouths with no teeth. Black tongues lick the lips. The ceiling has eyes with no retina. Parasites squirm in the white. His toys are clapping and laughing in frenzy. They swarm the floor beneath.

Once upon a time in a remote village there was a very old house and the people who lived around the house used to say that this particular house is haunted and if people go inside that house many kinds of apparitions can be seen inside this house.There were also a few young boys and girls living in this village who used to laugh at those people who used to say that this particular house is haunted.So one day when it was night time and everyone was sleeping in the village these young boys and…

Within the dark penetralia of the human soul, where fear of the unknown festers and finds its deepest dwelling, there stood a town named Desdemon. Hidden among towering pines, shrouded in perpetual mist, its days were sunless, its nights without dawn. The air was frigid and damp, steeped with whispered tales of cosmic dread, as though even the churning fog carried secrets too terrible for the tongue.

Hi there, I'm Gabriel. Today, I discovered something strange. I was chilling in my bedroom, only when I heard a sound. I followed where it came from, but it turned out to be my basement. Yeah, the basement. That room where it always had that stuff, VHS Tapes.

My name is Eliot, and I live in the middle of nowhere. I don’t mean that in the way that I have other people living near me. No, I don’t live in a small town. I mean it in a real, isolating way. My house is about an hour’s drive to even the nearest small town, surrounded by miles of thick and tall trees, even the grass was a bit too tall, where roads seemed to stretch forever before fading into nothing. There are no neighbors for miles.

I still have my Wii U set up underneath the TV; most people don’t even use theirs anymore, but I never saw a reason to unplug it. My dad bought it when Mario Kart 8 came out in 2014; racing games were kinda his thing. He wasn’t loud about it at all; he just wanted to improve his times, shaving a few seconds off each lap. He always picked Luigi; something about it was handled better, and I guess I picked Luigi too, mostly out of habit.

You know my name by now; I don’t want to keep starting my posts like this, but... if you are new regardless, the name is Jay. After the L.P.I. incident and the death of Crane, there was something I found when I came back to Super Nintendo World that dated way back before the Junior Playtesting Program experiments. I found something old, something buried underneath layers of dust, rubble, and countless lies. Something I almost missed but am very glad I found it before anyone else threw it away.

May 22, 2011, started off as any other typical day in Joplin, Missouri. Churches were in service; students were in the process of graduating. Birds were chirping. Everything was in a state of peace. It was hard to believe that the tranquil city of Joplin would transform into a near war zone with its devastation and collateral damage.

"Mister Germain told us he tripped and fell down the stairs" the doctor said. I thought it was weird, but I played it cool. "Is he okay?" "Yes, he is fine, he broke one arm and a few ribs, but he will be alright" answered the doctor. "I see, thanks doc" I followed the doctor to Germain's bed in the emergency ward. He was lying on bed still, the doctor gave him a prescription for painkillers and the report copy, then we got out and went back to my car.

I know I have started the previous post like this, but I like to keep reminding people that it’s me writing this; the name’s Jay. The same boy who escaped the Junior Playtesting Program. I know I am breaking my promise to stay away from all Nintendo-related properties, but I want to put this to rest, and that’s seeing what they’re hiding in Super Nintendo World.

> “There’s comfort in routine.” — Productivity Coach — I woke up with a crick in my neck and the taste of stale beer in my mouth. The room was dim. The light outside, dusky and gray spilled through the slats in the blinds like diluted blood. Not morning. Not night. That same, goddamn almost-evening glow. I blinked a few times, disoriented. My mouth was dry. The clock on the wall read 6:49 PM. “Wait… what the…?” I mumbled, but my voice cracked like I hadn’t used it in days.