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herobrine came to my mc huse 1 nite and opened up the door, so he cud wate and hide and then wen I turned around mi itms wer gon and he was der.............

lik if u bleve in hreoblien

herobrine came to my mic hussie 1 nite and opened up the door, so he could water and hide and then wen I turned around m atoms where gun and he was derp.............

lick if u blade in heroblind
i can never read things typed like that properly so here's how i read it
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A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there, and that no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.

The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."
There was a couple from Texas who was planning a weekend trip across the Mexican border for a shopping spree. At the last minute, their baby-sitter canceled, so they had to bring along their two year old son with them. They had been across the border for an hour when the boy got free and ran around the corner. The mother tried to find him, but he was missing. The mother found a police officer who told her to go to the gate and wait. Not really understanding the instructions, she did as she was told. About 45 minutes later, a Mexican man approached the border, carrying the boy. The mother ran to him, grateful that he had been found. When the man realized it was the boy's mother, he dropped him and ran. The police were waiting for him. The boy was dead, and in the 45 minutes he was missing, he had been cut open, all of his organs removed, and stuffed with bags of cocaine. The man was going to carry him across the border as if he were asleep.


xD, just searched for this really old thread on a forum and am posting them here. I was surprised to see that the thread is still active. O.o

Edit for another story:

In Berlin, after World War II, money was short, supplies were tight, and it seemed like everyone was hungry. At that time, people were telling the tale of a young woman who saw a blind man picking his way through a crowd. The two started to talk. The man asked her for a favor: Could she deliver this letter to the address on the envelope. It was on her way home, so she agreed.

She started out to deliver the message, but she turned around to see if there was anything else he needed. She saw him walking away without his glasses and cane. She took the letter to the police, and then they raided the house with the address on the letter. To there amazement, they saw pounds of human flesh scattered around the house. The message in the letter when they read it said, "This is the last one I'm sending you."




Edit 2 for another:

The 666th frame of every Halloween-themed movie, cartoon, or TV special depicts a basement with a corpse moldering in the corner; these frames are often removed from the final film, but one can find them on occasion. If you were to put the frames together, in chronological order of the release of the film it comes from, a short film is revealed. The film depicts the corpse's violent death in reverse. The final frame will be a picture of yourself, sitting before your tv, viewing the final frame of the film.
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"Clown Statue"
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A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want children watching too much garbage). So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room.

Of course, the parents said it was ok, but the babysitter had one final request... she asked if she could cover up the clown statue outside the bedroom door with a blanket or cloth, at the very least close the blinds, because it made her nervous. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, "Take the children and get out of the house... we will call the police."

The police found all three of the house occupants dead within three minutes of the call. No clown statue was ever found.


"Dolls"
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In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work, and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it, and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. The only thing that seemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was the bash its head against the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying.

On more than one occasion though, neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse, and when the police arrived they found the the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. In most cases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there, she just "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rocked a baby-shaped bundle in her arms.



"The Lighthouse"
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There is a small island in the Mediterranean Sea that does not appear on any map. It cannot be seen from any other island, nor can any other land be seen from it. On this island is a lighthouse, rotting from age and sea water, that is never lit. There is nothing inside it, save for a spiraling staircase that leads to the top, and an ancient, dusty bookcase.

The case is filled with unmarked books, bound in ancient leather, save for a single space. If you remove a book from the shelf, it will fling itself open in your hands, and the words inscribed in it shall start screaming to the air. You must wrestle the book closed and shove it back on the shelf, or the immortal evil contained within its pages shall break free, and you will be forced to take its place, with pages, ink and binding crafted from your own flesh and blood.

However, if you bring the correct book to the island, and place it in the empty space, the lighthouse will light. As long as it is lit, the world shall enjoy an unending paradise, for all the evil in the world will be contained in the lighthouse. And while it is lit, nothing can go in or out.

The only problem; you will be trapped for eternity with all the evil ever known or conceived, by man or god. And the only way to escape is to douse the light.




"Notebook"
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Somewhere in the world, there is a collection of books. Perhaps it's in a dusty, unpainted shelf in the back corner of someone's attic, perhaps it's in a set of musty boxes in the basement of some tiny, obscure library. It contains a few hundred volumes, all handwritten, ranging from leatherbound volumes with yellowing pages two hundred years old through to modern spiral-bound notebooks. All of them are diaries, some by famous people, some by not-so famous people, but all by the most horrific madmen and murderers the world has ever known. And the collection is growing. For if you ever find it, you will hear a faint scratching sound, coming from the newest volume of the set. This volume will be new, and filled with blank pages, except for the first. On this first page, you will find the beginning of your own diary, written in your own hand.





Hide and Seek - Most of you have probably heard this one.

A young couple has just been married at a large family wedding. The reception is held at the bride's grandmother's house. After they have had dinner and cake and such they all decide to play hide and go seek, which has been a tradition in the bride's family for quite some time. The bride, knowing the house, decides to hide in the attic in a large chest, but when she climbs in she slips and the lid to it comes crashing down. It knocks her out and she is now locked, unconscious, in the chest.

Meanwhile the rest of the family is searching for her and is starting to get worried. After hours of calling for her and searching the house they call the police, who are also unable to find the missing bride. The bride eventually wakes up but is unable to get out so starves to death.

Years later the bride's younger sister is married and when she turns to hide in the very same chest she is horrified to find her sister's remains rotted away in her wedding dress, now covered in blood from her frantically trying to claw her way out.







The Tongue

A young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. When night approaches, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows but one won't close.

She decides to leave it unlocked and goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed.

In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. The girl is too scared to go check so she reaches her hand under the bed. She feels a reassuring lick from her dog and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to the dog where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches her hand down and feels the lick of her dog.

Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walks towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she approaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is greeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog with its throat slit open and its blood dripping into the bathtub.


Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye she turns around. Written on the bathroom mirror in her dog's blood are the words "HUMANS CAN LICK TOO".



"The Dancing Woman"

A man lived on the 7th floor of an apartment building and was lonely. One day he noticed the figure of a woman dancing in a swaying motion in an apartment across from his building. The curtain was drawn, so he could only see the shadow. Everyday he looked out his window, he would see her dancing. Finally, the lonely man fell in love with the dancing woman and decided to pay her a visit. He bought a bouquet of fresh flowers and went to her building, climbing the steps to her floor.

He knocked on the door but no one answered. He knocked again but no one answered. He could have sworn he had just seen her dancing in the window. Worried that something had happened to her, he kicked the door open. He was heart broken by what he saw.

The woman was hanging from the ceiling in front of the window, her body swaying from side to side as if she was dancing.




"Portraits"
A few years ago, there was a hunter named Dustin. He was travelling through some dense forests in northern Washington. It was getting late, so Dustin decided to find a place to stay. After just a few minutes of searching, he found a large cabin. He was pleasantly surprised to find that it was unlocked. Thinking that he'd meet the owner tomorrow, he settled into a bed.

While he was laying in bed, he couldn't sleep because of the numerous portraits around the room. They were all incredibly detailed and almost all had scathing expressions. Some looked contorted in rage, while others had looks of utmost malice. Dustin eventually drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

The next morning, he was awoken by bright sunlight. He wanted to examine all of the portraits in the light. But when he saw them, found that they weren't portraits, but they were windows.


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Huehuehue

Huehuehue
forget
you
;-;
i was trying to FORGET half of those stories.


i didn't get the portraits one
portraits are windows
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malicious murderers!

anyways an actual long one, i'll post it in 2-3 parts.

      There are tons of stories out there about hacked pokemon games. Some of them really quite neat such as the one about a version where you get a ghost as a starter. Some are ridiculous as well, silly stories about people dieing after playing a game, or the game talking to them. God, don’t these writers know less is more when it comes to this stuff? Ah well, I digress.
       I grew interested in these hacked games that are apparently in any thrift store, on ebay, or handed out by homeless people to random passersby. I didn’t have the pleasure of meeting these creepy people, I merely found this particular cartridge in a trash bin when the garbage truck backed into my neighbor’s dumpster. I noticed the game and asked the trash man if I could take it, and he didn’t seem to mind. It was thrown away after all. I of coarse checked with my neighbor to confirm if they actually didn’t want it, though they seemed perplexed, as if they’d never seen it in their life. Their son made a grab for it, a little boy who saw the charizard on the cover, crying out “Pokemon! I want mommy!”, but his mother told him no, seeing as I found it. He didn’t even have a game boy anyway, he just liked pokemon.
       Thinking nothing more, I simply went home, looking at the cartridge’s sticker on the way. Just a plain old Red Version, the sticker torn slightly across the Charizard’s neck, but that was expected with such an old game. I had Blue Version as a kid, so I was a bit eager to see the, albeit minimal, differences Red Version had. I was rather disappointed by what I saw when the title screen showed up.
       “Pokemon: Strangled Red Version.”

       Well damn it, it was a hack. Hacks were neat and all, but they had zero monetary value, the originals quite valuable by now, and I wanted to play Red anyway, not this crap. Oh well, it was free, might as well try it. The name was odd however, Strangled Red? That made no sense, not even in a morbid description of someone being asphyxiated, as people turn blue when chocking, not red. Who knows, maybe there was a pair of these hacks and I just got the red one.
       The more I thought about this though, the more interested I became. My initial disappointment turned into curiosity, I wanted to know what the creator had made, and I was going to note everything I saw. The first oddity I noticed was the start screen had a Charizard next to the trainer instead of a Charmander, also, the pokemon never cycled through like the original versions did, it just stayed Charizard, even after five minutes of waiting. Shrugging, I hit start, noticing there was no cry Charizard as I did like there was supposed to be.
       I saw there was a “Continue” option, so I figured I’d do what everyone did with used games and see what the previous owner had done.
       “…No…”
       I blinked in surprise. No? What do you mean no? The game wouldn’t let me continue no matter what, though on the fourth attempt, I heard the Charizard cry, quiet and barely audible, but there. Shrugging it off, I decided to just hit New Game, like I would have done after checking the old file anyway.
       The screen cut to black for a while, no Prof. Oak, no starting theme, just nothing at all. Eventually, the screen came back, showing a bedroom, two beds, two TVs, and a computer in the corner. My trainer sprite was the usual one, consistent with the original Red Version. I was curious as to why it didn’t ask my name, though that was answered as I opened the pause menu, noticing my Trainer was named “Steven”. No, this isn’t my real name or some stupid crap like that, this game isn’t self-aware or haunted, at least not that I know of, it just had a name chosen already. Curious, I saw he had the starter amount of money, no badges. He didn’t look like red though, his hair was longer, almost reaching halfway down his back, Red’s usual smile replaced with a confident smirk. Honestly, I found this sprite much cooler than Red.
       Next I checked out his pokemon, a single Charmander, level five, named “Miki”. Nothing was odd about it…or should I say her, with the name and all. She had beginning Charmander stats, only knew Scratch and Tail Whip, basic stuff. The game seemed relatively normal. Returning to the game, I walked about the room, noticing Steven’s long-hair was present on the back of my trainer sprite when my back was turned to the camera. I didn’t recognize the house, but I descended the stairs to see more. Downstairs was another trainer, who spoke to me the instant I came down.
      
       Mike: Ready yet?
       Steven: Yeah.
      
       I assumed this “Mike” was my rival, pre-decided for me, a replacement of Blue most likely, though I thought back to the bedroom having two beds, realizing they weren’t just rivals, they were brothers. They talked back and forth, basic pokemon dialogue, become a pokemaster, catch em all, stuff like that, before having a little argument over which is better, Charmander or Squirtle, which of coarse led to the introduction battle, like the one vs. Blue in the lab. Simple enough, Scratch, Tackle, Scratch, Tackle, til I won purely for having the first turn. I took note of how much better Steven’s sprite looked in combat than Red’s, a different pose, his hair looking like it was blowing in the wind, a brief, minor upgrade, but still, much nicer. I left the house after some more banter with my “brother”, stepping out to the Pallet Town theme. Going to the east, I found this was indeed Pallet Town, the house was simply on the outskirts to the west. I noted there was no mysterious grassy field like in normal Pallet Town. Wandering about, I decided to check in on Red’s home. His mother was inside and when I talked to her, she commented on how handsome Steven looked, hoping her Son would look up to him as a role-model for when he became a trainer himself next year, which of coarse led me to realize this game took place a year before the original pokemon. Red was even upstairs, playing the SNES in his room, commenting “I’m gonna be the best too when its my turn!”
       I was starting to like this hack. It was interesting, a completely new adventure, a different character, hell, Steven even seemed to have a history with the people in his town, a reputation, a personality beyond a silent protagonist. The people in town talked to him as a person, making conversation, not just spouting tutorial crap. Even Blue’s sister had new dialogue, they seemed to be in a relationship too, as the dialogue ended with a kiss and a heart over her head.
       Prof. Oak simply wished me well, giving me a Pokedex to aid my adventure. He wasn’t giving it to me to be the reason behind the adventure like every other pokemon game out there, he gave it to me out of kindness, something to help me on my way, a gift. I was liking this more and more with each second, the game seemed to have an actual story now! I was somebody, not just a cookie-cutter protagonist anyone could be, not some blank sheet that could be replaced without notice.
       The story was different, though the actual game play remained unchanged. I went north like I was supposed to, went from town to town, collected badges, received the praise of the leaders. Steven’s fame even seemed to spread, as some NPCs would talk like the knew him.
       I used Miki for every battle, and she was growing surprisingly fast. She handled Brock with ease, even pounded Misty with no trouble at all. She wasn’t as adversely effected by super-effective attacks as others, did more damage than a regular Charmander, she was a veritable powerhouse! She even became a Charizard at the mere level of twenty-five, not bad at all I must say.
       Things started to get weird though as soon as I reached Lavender Town. I know, I know, Lavender Town is the focus behind every creepy story and the like, but it was the only place that was noticeably different. There was no Team Rocket invasion, which I found odd, though I did remember this was a year in the past, so the invasion wouldn’t occur until Red’s time. I tried to enter pokemon tower, aiming to get a Ghastly, but that’s when it go odd.
      
       Steven: I have no reason to be here…
      
       Steven wouldn’t go into Pokemon Tower no matter what I did. This was weird, I mean hell, there are a million places in Kanto you really have no need to be, little random houses with nothing but children NPCs for example. Why was it here that Steven wouldn’t enter? With a shrug, I figured I wouldn’t need a Ghastly, seeing as Miki could handle anything, so I simply went on my way, Lavender Town serving no purpose other than a passageway with a poke center.
       The game progressed normally from there, the remaining gyms fell and eventually I made my way to the Elite Four and defeated them. As with Blue, my “brother” Mike was there before me, initiating the championship battle, which Miki swept with ease. The aftermath of the battle was quite pleasant, none of the tension that was present between Red and Blue at the end of their match, the brothers congratulated each other on their progress and shook hands, before the screen went white, no Hall of Fame, nor any credits.
       When the screen came back, it was at the house again, the two brothers sitting at the computer, conversing with each other.
      
       Steven: I don’t want too…
       Mike: Come on, I just gotta borrow her for a second to finish the Pokedex, the entry won’t register unless she recognizes me as master for just a second.
       Steven: But she’s my Miki…
       Mike: I promise I’ll give her back, come on, please?
      
       ->Yes?
           No?
      
       I was a bit perplexed, so I hit No to be cautious.
       Mike: Come on, please?
      
       NO
      
       Mike: Come on, please?
      
       I realized this would simply continue to loop until I hit yes, so I did, just to see what would happen.
      
       Mike: Alright, this will just take a sec, then we’ll both be pokemasters!
       Steven: ……..
      
       The screen changed to the animation shown when two people trade pokemon, which I found a bit weird, seeing as I was solo, but whatever, this was what was apparently supposed to happen. Miki went first, I watched lazily as she began to travel down the trading tube.
      
       SNAP!
      
       That made me jump, the sudden noise resonating in my silent bedroom, loud due to the volume being way up. Looking at the screen, I noticed the game had seemed to freeze, Miki still in mid-trade, but the game wasn’t doing anything. With a sigh, I just turned off the game, wondering when my last save was. When the game turned back on, I stared for a moment at the start screen, there was no Charizard next to the trainer. Upon pressing start, I saw the New Game option was absent, leaving only Continue. This was…strange to say the least, so I selected it, the game staring without even showing my stats as usual.
       My jaw dropped at what I was greeted with.
      
       ONE YEAR LATER
      
       The Lavender Town theme came first, playing its normal way, the screen slowly fading in from blackness. Steven was in the Pokemon Tower, which made the music even stranger, seeing as  the tower had its own theme. He was standing in front of a tombstone, not doing anything. Wondering what was going on, I pressed A.
      
       Steven: …
      
       Confused, I tried walking, realizing I was indeed in control at the moment. I brought up the pause menu and checked my party. Miki was gone. Not just Miki, all pokemon. He had nothing, The Pokedex was absent from the menu, his bad was empty. Honestly concerned now, I checked his trainer card.
      
       He had no money. He had no badges. His play time was 8,795, which was impossible as I had only 30 logged in before. But that wasn’t the strangest part.
       His picture, the picture of the handsome, confident young trainer was…different. His eyes were blank, his face turned slightly down, that smirk of his was gone, replaced by a lack of any expression at all, that long hair of his, before in a perfect perm, was now messy and unkempt. I couldn’t look at him any more, closing the menu, I went to move out of the tower, but with every step I took away from the tombstone, the screen flickered, like it did when a pokemon was poisoned. Gulping, I brought up the trainer card again, his picture was getting worse. Every step I took, he hung his head more and more, his shoulder slumped, he bent over. By the time I had exited the tower, he was on his knees, hands to his face, hair draped across him.
       I had guessed already what was going on, but this clinched it. I began to put some things together in my mind. I had always wondered why there was no champion in the original games besides your rival. Why is it you, the protagonist, had to beat your rival, when he just waltzed in, no previous champion to challenge. Then, it struck me. The answer was right her.
       The previous champion gave up.
       His precious Miki was apparently dead, and with her, so died part of him. His Pokedex, the other pokemon, his badges, his fame, all of it, he threw it away. In that year, the year that I missed, the year where all those hours came from, I even did the math, there is 8765 hours in a year, add that to my 30 from before and it matched up.
       Even so, the game kept going, this should have been an ending I thought, I mean, what else was there to do? I had no Pokedex, no pokemon, not anything. What was I supposed to be doing? I talked to everyone in the town, but they all said similar things.

              “Are you ok?”
      
       “Still mourning I see…”
      
       “Everything will be alright…”
      
       “Please…Is there anything we can do?”
      
       Steven never replied to them, and they all simply said the same things over and over. I couldn’t put the game down now, this was all so strange. Curious, I headed off into the tall grass, and eventually got into a battle with a Rattatta. No pokemon was sent out, just Steven’s sprite. I was wondering how I’d battle.
      
       Wild RATTATTA left you be.
      
       The battle ended without anything happening. This was certainly interesting, and it happened with every pokemon I encountered.
      
       Wild PIDGEY ignored you.
      
       Wild PONYTA wandered off.
      
       The music never changed either. No matter where I went, Lavender Town came from the speakers, following me, sometimes slowed down slightly, sometimes not. I searched everywhere, every town, talked to every body, wondering just what the hell I needed to do. My frustration was mixing with the depressing atmosphere of all this, making the experience all together unnerving and uncomfortable, but I couldn’t tear myself away. I was starting to get a bit angry though, nobody telling me anything besides giving me their condolences and trying to give me items like LEMONADE or COFFEE, each met with:
      
       Steven: …No…
      
       I slapped myself for idiocy, suddenly realizing how the likely answer was right in front of me, Pallet Town of coarse! When I went there though, which took a long time, having to walk, no pokemon to fly with, no bicycle to ride, and Steven only seemed to move half the regular movement speed, it wasn’t much different. I first tried talking to Prof. Oak.
      
       “These things happen…you were just unlucky.”
      
       Next I tried Blue’s sister.
      
       “Please…Don’t leave home again…”
      
       Red’s mom wouldn’t even talk to me at all. With nowhere else in mind to go, I walked to the west, finding the house from the beginning, which I had never entered since leaving Pallet Town. Inside was Mike, but talking to him was just as useless.
      
       Mike: I’m so sorry…
      
       I pondered for a moment if this really was the ending, Steven doomed to do nothing but roam Kanto in misery, haunted by the memories, forced to listen to everyone’s concerns about him. As a last ditch effort to do anything, I went to the bedroom and walked over to the bed.
      
       Steven: I’m going to sleep…
      
       The screen faded to black for a moment, but then slowly faded back in, the world having a black tint to it, the Mike’s sprite laying in the other bed, I assumed this meant it was night.
      
       Steven: I’m going to do it…
      
       Do what? Again, I had no idea, tried inspecting everything in the room, nothing happened. As soon as I left the house, another dialogue.
      
       Steven: IT can bring her back…IT can do anything…
       What in the hell was IT? Something that could do anything, I couldn’t for the life of me figure it out. Wandering about, I tried to leave Pallet Town the usual way.
      
       Steven: Not that way.
      
       He wouldn’t go any further, I tried the homes.
      
       Steven: Screw them…
      
       I quirked my eyebrow at that, forgetting for a moment this was not a real pokemon game, the vulgarity just took me off guard. I continued to look around, but there was nowhere I could go, until I accidentally stepped on the ocean, and Steven walked right in, only the upper half of his sprite visible, like the swimmers you encounter in the Cerulean gym. I didn’t know he could swim…
      
       Steven: The missing one…
      
       Missing one? I paused for a moment, no, he couldn’t possibly mean…that, I hadn’t tried the MissingNo trick on this hack yet, but it just fit too well, that had to be what he meant. I “surfed” all the way towards Cinnebar. I began to feel something was off, more so than this already was. Silence. The Lavender Town them had stopped, there was no noise at all, nor were there any pokemon. I just kept going, finding Cinnebar and surfing up and down the east coast, lo and behold.
      
       Wild MISSINGNO appeared!
      
       Steven: Mine…
      
       Wild MISSINGNO was caught!
      
       What the hell? Steven didn’t do anything, he just commanded that atrocity of broken data to join him, no, become his possession, and it did. I was getting more and more disturbed by this all, checking the start menu, I saw MissingNo was not in my party, but instead an item, making things even stranger. I checked the trainer card as well. Steven has his back to me, his long hair draped behind him, his hands in his pockets, nothing else. Remembering what he said at the start of this night, I realized what I had to do…
       I surfed to land and made my way northeast to, where else, Lavender Town. Along the way, I noticed all the trainers, oddly still out at this hour, wouldn’t look at Steven, all of them turning when he passed, even those that were normally static. I tried talking to one of the officers in the guard-house type buildings.
      
       “Just go…”
      
       They all said the same thing, though one sent chills down my spine.
      
       “Sometimes dead is best.”
      
       My hands were sweating by this point, Steven was about to try the impossible, something some would see as a crime against nature, which many of these people shared that opinion. I steeled myself, its just a game, and I was going to complete it.
       It took an eternity to reach Pokemon Tower, but I got there eventually, taking a deep breath and heading toward the tombstone, I remembered which one, the image of Steven standing before it was burned into my mind after all. First, I tried inspecting it.
      
       Steven: Miki…
      
       Nothing happened. With a gulp, I opened the menu and selected MissingNo from the bag.
      
       OAK: Steven, don’t use it!
      
       I was reminded of when Prof. Oak would magically tell you that you couldn’t use a Key Item somewhere, like when using the bicycle in a building, though the message this time was different, even worse, Steven responded to it.
      
       Steven: In a world that cheated me, why should I play fair…
      
       Steven used IT!
      
       ………………………..
       ………………………..
       ………………………..
       ………………………..
      
       Steven obtained M@#$!
      
       What in God’s name did I obtain? I couldn’t tell you, because the game took away my control. Without my input, Steven began to leave the tower on his own, walking single step by single step. The Lavender Town theme started again as he left the tower and began his excruciatingly slow journey against my will. Every time he crossed one of the borders where the music would change, it got progressively slower, more and more disturbing, by the time he reached Cerulean City, it was a demonic rumbling. I just stared, watching him, trying to guess where he was going, but it was getting more and more obvious. He was heading to Pallet Town.
       The music had all but stopped when he got there, playing single note by single note. He went exactly where I had guessed, right to his own house, inside, and up the stairs. At this point, there was no music, Steven moved step by step, stopping at his brother’s bed, turning to face him. At first, I though the game froze, he didn’t do anything, simply stood there, and I couldn’t move him. I did however, find out I could open the pause menu. I was terrified to look, but I couldn’t stop myself. I selected his trainer card.
       There was a low growl noise, like a distorted pokemon cry. Steven was looking at me again, directly at the screen. He was hunched over, his bangs obscuring his face, his hair was wild and feathered out. Between his bangs, there wasn’t even a face at all, just black, two red eyes looking straight forward, a white grin contrasting with the darkness. That wasn’t all.
       His name was now S!3v3n.
       I couldn’t look away, my eyes glued to his, not breaking contact for some time. My vision was getting blurry until I couldn’t see very well, my face grew wet. I was crying, like a baby. There was nothing I could do to hold back the tears. I was with this boy from the start, I built him up to greatness, and was then forced to watch his decline after a tragic accident, and now…he was this. This thing, this abomination.
       I watched him go insane.
       Halting my tears, wiping my eyes, I closed out of the trainer card and tried to save the game, wanting to just quit. The game informed me this was impossible.
      
       “Nothing can be saved now.”
      
       The pause menu wouldn’t close no matter what I did, so with no other option, I checked the bag, nothing happened. I checked pokemon, and there was one. A single sprite met me, it had zero HP, it’s status: DED, it’s name M@#$. I selected it, and I was greeted with four options.
      
       ->STATUS
       “Its her…”
      
       ->SWITCH
       “Never”
      
       ->CLOSE
       “…No…”
      
       ->STRANGLE
      
       My fingers shaking, I selected STRANGLE, and the menu closed, showing Steven in the room again.
      
       S!3v3n: Goodbye…
      
       SNAP!
      
       The game shut itself off. I was more dumbfounded than frightened. In a bit of shock, I turned it back on, the title screen showing the manic S!3v3n and a horribly glitched Charizard. I pressed start, then Continue.
       All I saw was a zoomed out view of Pallet Town, showing Steven’s home to the west, tall grass surrounding it, those unmovable stones blocking it from the rest of the town. The image was completely static, no music, no movement, before fading to white, going back to the title screen.
       It was as it had been when I first popped it in. A trainer and a Charizard. I attempted to hit continue.
      
       “…No…”


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001 - "M-YXT"
>> This is a report from a stranded group of X3-1 soldiers. The plane was reported to have crashed in the middle of the Biogradska Gora, MonteBro. This file has been sent on 1985.

[8/23/1985] Biogradaska "M-YXT" Gora
Day 1 - 5:45PM - This is Cpt. David here, logging. Our plane has had an oil problem and we crashed - stranded to be more specific. Everyone seems to be okay right now. About two soldiers have broken bones and the rest of the twenty-nine are fine but bruised.
We've contacted the X3-1 emergency crew and they should be here in about a week. Ammo is plentiful, weapons are fine, and I think this will be pretty quick to pass by some time.

Day 2 - 5:22AM - I think some Europeans are playing some practical joke on us. Recently we've been hearing eerie whispering while sleeping in our tents and noticed shadows covering across the field. Pvt. Joe [CLASSIFIED] got curious and was brave enough to stand watch. We all cheered for his bravery and offered him an extra supply of food. I can see a promotion coming along soon.

Day 3 - 5:14AM - To our surprise, Pvt. Joe was sadly found dead. Reason? Unknown. None of the marks seem to be familiar. Another cause to his death was snapping his neck. Following some footsteps nearby, it appeared to be that he was running away from something. We don't know who, what, or when, but we know he was running away.
I decided to check his sleeping bag and found a mark of blood under his backpack. I don't believe in ghost stories... But I was going to place cameras everywhere.

Day 4 - 4:52AM - I woke up to find two of our cameras to have disappeared. The microcam I hid under a set of sheets was not taken however. The lens were a little scratched on the camera but they still worked. I turned on the camera and reviewed the tape.
Everything seemed normal. After a few minutes into the clip, the lights in the camp turned off. A figure was walking in the camp, staring at the sleeping bodies. The figure had white glowing eyes and a mouth shaped as a glowing white Q. Codenamed "M-YXT", or "Mixed" for it's odd face.
The figure suddenly disappeared off in the dark, leaving no trace behind.

Day 5 - 4:33AM - Someone destroyed our food supply. We all circled the supply pile to find it all looted and tossed to the ground. Who did it is the question.
It might be M-YXT though.
LATER: We decided to check out the forest. McColin disappeared after the first few hours and we're lost, hungry, and paranoid. Earlier, I saw the figure walking over a log and disappear behind a tree. We heard a scream coming from yards away and hustled over to the spot to find a dead man with a supply box nearby stained with blood. The supply box was used as a weapon and smashed his head flat.
We're going to have to camp out here. We promised to meet the plane at our selected point.

Day 6 - 4:12AM - Someone was following us. I would check back and see a hand pop out from behind a tree. I yelled, "Who goes there!?" and no response. I shot my 9mm pistol at the hand at it fell back behind the tree, disappearing. A saw a figure resting on a tree branch. Kevin would shout "Hey friend, get your ass down from there!"
We all pointed our pistols at the figure and it stared back - it was M-YXT. The figure's head did a 360 degree spin around his body and cracked, roostering it to the side. We fired our guns and the figure disappeared into thin dust. We were not in a good position.

Day 7 - 3:54AM - We reached a stump with "4:00 - Beware!" painted in blue. Mlohan had a twisted leg and so we ignored the bullcrap with the stump and treated it. The clock hit 4:00AM. A figure suddenly appeared behind me, put an extended arm on my shoulder and bit onto my ear with great force. I yelled in pain and M-YXT suddenly slid past my men and covered Vincent with his arms. We repetitively shot at M-YXT but it was no use - the figure was already descending through the ground... Taking Vincent with him.
A few hours passed and the plane arrived. Finally - after all this nonsense - we're going home.

The faces were looking at him through the windows.


If I read any of these I would probably not be able to sleep for weeks.

Huehuehue
oh you mother forgeter. I remeber that thread, and the hours i couldn't sleep because of your posts.
i give you props for finding them though