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Un día, en mi casa, revisaba alguna de mis cosas viejas, de mi universidad, de la escuela, cosas muy viejas, y entre ellas encontré un globo, un globo rojo, estaba inflado, me pregunte ¿Qué hacia allí?, ¿y por qué no exploto con las cosas que tenía aquí?, pero d

Hetalia - Meeting ItaliansMeeting Italians
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Hetalia: Episode 23.5

By TohruIchi

"Ok everyone, the panel is over. Everyone start exiting out the door." The beautiful GLADOS cosplayer announced. All the cosplay-clad fans began filing out of the large room as the curators and VIPs began gathering their things.

"That was so awesome!!" Exclaimed the mangled Italy cosplayer. A friend of the head of the Hetalia World Meeting panel had decided to cosplay from KyoKyo866's infamous Creepypasta. Episode 23.5. A story in which Italy's allies decided to drown him and eat him because they had run out of food on the island of Seychelles. It had become

NightmareI was locked up in a building, locked up in a single room, me and two others.

A menacing lady was also there, evil in the very core.

She said that "If you do not get the six stars from your parents because your parents don't want to spoil you rotten, I will personally kill you in the most gruesome way possible."

We were all so scared, we were all so confused.

I knew this woman but I didn't.

The task had so much more depth but it didn't.

I begged to my dad, who thought nothing of it, but he gave me the six stars.

I knew what they were for but I didn't. It was confusing yet it wasn't.

The lady deceived us. She didn't care about the star

Creepypasta - Mr TickleYet another child has died due to unforeseen circumstances. It is the fifth death of a child under the age of seven in the last 3 months. The police are investigating these suspected murders and believe that they are connected – the mystery serial killer goes by the bizarre name ‘Mr Tickle’.
One of the young victim’s mothers speaks out about her horrifying experience.
“It must have been around 12:30 when I heard the faint sound of laughing. It sounded just like my son, so I just thought that he had woken up and started to play with his toys” said the distraught mother, “It was late but I assumed he’d go

Torture NightAnother boring painful day in the asylum, not much had happened since Zim had lost it, he was still his same old self. A little too much so. Instead of just being evil and a bit destructive, he had become demonic and violent. But a few new things had come about him as well. He saw things, heard voices, and had absolutely no sense of consequence. Once again the nurses were rushing to Zim's room, the third time in the past two days he was having a freak out session. This time he had managed to sneak a kitchen knife into his room and had killed the guard who tried to take it from him. "Tallest Zim demands more blood!!" Delusions of grandeur, of

MissingYou're cuddled up against your friend on the couch, watching some weird sci-fi movie, when you hear your phone ringing from your bedroom. With a groan, you pull yourself to your feet, and do a weird little jog thing down the dark hallway. You step into your bedroom and flick on the light, grabbing your phone, before turning around to go back, when you're stopped by the voice of a child.

"Mom! Mooommy!" Curious as you are, you turn back around. Her voice sounds near - like, outside your window near. You kneel on your bed and cup your hands around your eyes, against he cool glass. Nothing there.

'Must've been my imagination,' you think

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by ~Chrillbill, Sep 19, 2012, 11:41:35 AM
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I knew I shouldn't have walked in there alone.

There was no other option though, I had to prove to myself that I had the guts to do it. I didn't want anyone to call me a coward ever again.

Darkness swept slowly but surely over the forest as I walked the road. There was no one around, I guess that's no surprise though, nobody walks in the forest at this time of night.

Or so I thought..

A gentle wind breezed as I looked at my surroundings. I hadn't been in this forest since I was little, so I didn't recognize much from my childhood. There was however a big rock on the side of the road that I remembered. I used to play tag with my sister around that area, and she would always climb up that damn rock, making me unable to tag her.

Suddenly, everything went quiet.

There was no wind, no animal sounds, no nothing.

I felt a chill down my spine. Someone, or SOMETHING was watching me.

I had walked for quite a while in the forest, so it would still take some time for me to run all the way back. I didn't know how I would do it, but I just really wanted to leave that forest, right that second.

I began running. Didn't want to look back, just wanted to get out of that damn forest as fast as possible. I could vaguely hear what sounded like footsteps, someone else's footsteps behind me..

I started to panic and I felt a tear running down my cheek as I kept on running.

Out of breath, I had to stop and breathe a little bit. I looked down to my feet and listened carefully after more sounds. The footsteps were gone. Relieved, I took a deep breath and looked up.

There the creature stood before me. I had never seen anything like it, not even in my worst nightmares. I froze on the spot in shear terror as I looked at the terrifying monster before me. It's creepy white eyes, the large wide open mouth, and those black arms.. I tried to scream, but my body didn't obey, there was nothing I could do.

My vision started to blur as I began to feel dizzy. The monster moaned and grunted as it reached it's hand for my face.

And then everything went black, faded into nothing..

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Wrote this again at a night when I was bored, and this is just what came straight out of my head so don't expect it to be that good. I hope you enjoy it anyway

*Not really sure either wheter this more of a suspense or horror story, so I'll just put in the suspense category for now.*

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