that's it
it's alive it's alive
Creepypasta
Creepypasta Creepypasta
didn't work let me try
Creepypasta Creepypasta
Creepypasta nothing this book of spells
is a hunk of junk
it's midnight you guys it's supposed to
be working right now even me I have a
suggestion
yes yes you have to say my name
correctly it's creepy but uh not
Creepypasta there's a space between the
words so Creepypasta
there's a space you have to say it like
there's a space between the two words
Creepypasta no
there's a space between creepy and us
it's like a pause creepy space pasta
ah you know what I'm just gonna use the
door like I usually do
really that worked I feel like you guys
knew I was coming that time anyway I'm
here for the third shocktober in a row
and over the past year I've been
crafting the creepiest Tales you've ever
posted what no questions just listen
these Creepypasta is entitled the slide
of no return and in case any of you are
wondering yes get to die
ah
I'm sorry about that anyway detective
Michael mctini Apple had been retired
for years after failing to discover
where sandpaper Jackson was buried in
1997. he hung up his shoes for good oh
so he thought because when children
began mysteriously disappearing on the
slide at the local park the police knew
there was only one person to call the
ex-detective who was literally the size
of a child okay we
Michael mctini ever arrived at the park
and witnessed it for himself a young
child innocently started sliding at the
top of the slide disappeared into the
enclosed tube section and then never
emerged netanyahua assumed there must be
a clog one child got stuck then every
other child got stuck too right wrong he
looked up into the slide and there was
nothing no children no obstructions no
apparent danger at all
after much thought with this tiny tiny
little brain that tiny Apple decided
there was only one thing to do he would
go down the slide himself
he climbed to the top of the slide which
was a large feat for an Apple so so very
tiny knock it out and he peed down
knowing this could very well be the end
of him but someone had to figure out
what was happening to all those children
and it might as well be him a washed-up
tiny little man who couldn't even figure
out where sandpaper Jackson had been
buried so with one last deep breath
Michael my tinyapple began to slide the
slide was cool and Slick against his
tiny little buttocks that is until it
wasn't moments after he passed into the
tunnel portion of the slide the slide
became rough like sandpaper the tiny
upper looked down and realized that it
actually was sandpaper and the further
he sit across it the more of his body
was being sanded away as he slid further
watching his body disappear before his
very eyes he finally understood what had
happened to all those children they'd
been sanded away into dust and with his
final blimps downward moments before his
eyeballs turned to dust them ourselves
Michael McDonald ever made another
realization he came to understand that
long last the exact location of
sandpaper Jackson's final resting place
inside the tunnel of a slide at the
local bar
I think always make little apple piddle
himself so hey wait a second where is
Little Apple oh he's probably hiding
around here somewhere you know how tiny
people are am I right
all right you are uh you know I wasn't
so sure about this guy before but I'm
officially on board
oh excellent excellent then perhaps
she'll be on board with my next
Creepypasta I call it does a tree make a
sound
decades ago Vincent Perry had murdered
his wife and buried her in the yard
beneath an oak tree and he'd gotten away
with it too not a soul suspected that he
Vincent Perry the most boring person in
town Krypton such a dastardly deed why
did he kill his wife you may ask because
her voice was incredibly annoying
seriously every time she would open her
mouth a noise would come out like
foreign
not quite like that no
closer but no I mean it's close but it's
not quite there
there it is now then decades after his
wife's tragic passing Mr Perry decided
he wanted to build a new house so he
chopped down the oak tree in his yard
and much to his surprise and made it
remarkably familiar sound
foreign
no
precisely the noise ceased once the tree
was filled and Mr Perry believed that
he'd heard the last of that wretched
noise but alas he had not because every
time he did anything with that trees
wood the noise would come again when he
built a house the noise would come
when he built a chair the noise would
come
money so much has picked his teeth with
a splinter from the tree the noise would
come
oh you just do the noise you know very
well what noise I'm talking about
thank you another years of this noise Mr
Perry was finally driven completely mad
and he's carted away to the mad house
there he was placed in a padded room
with metal furniture it was not a speck
of wood to be found anywhere and Vincent
mcperry at long last time sweet relief
he was finally free of The Wretched
noise or so he thought because even
though the insane asylum staff had
thought of nearly everything they had
forgotten to replace
that was great I think my favorite part
was when the wood went hey
it's everyone oh yeah I believe bear had
to step outside no he had to call his
mom or something ah man the service in
here must be total crap and sis had to
go to
Pluto a huge beautiful this time of year
what without me she knows I've always
wanted to go there yes well perhaps my
final Creepypasta will send you to
another place
I call this tasty tail finish your food
prisoner orange MC jumpsuit had been on
death row for years awaiting execution
with a terrible awful unspeakable crimes
he had committed oh what did he do I
said they were unspeakable didn't I no
the date of his execution had finally
arrived and the guard informed him that
it was time to choose his last meal once
he had finished his food he would be
escorted to the electric chair The
Prisoner asked what was on the menu to
which he was told anything anything he
wanted to eat he could have so the
prisoner thought and thought and finally
answered spaghetti what no he selected a
haunted burrito that's not how the story
goes sure it is you said he could have
anything he wanted right well yes but so
he chose spaghetti a big old plate of it
and he started slurping down a really
really long noodle I'm talking a lot it
took forever for him to reach the end of
that thing so long in fact that all the
guards died of old age before he was
done the prison closed and everyone who
remembered he had committed those
unspeakable crimes were long gone too so
when the prisoner finally finished there
was nobody left to take him to the
electric chair so instead he lived
happily ever after into kazoo lessons
dude enough of the kazooing wow you guys
are back back when did we leave we've
been here the entire time yeah ever
since midnight of October 31st
1743.
oh wait founder was just turned to the
wrong page my bad yeah it's been 20 21
the whole time oh okay please
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