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Hey kids Wanna date a severely burnt, mutilated serial killer with a bad backstory Me neither. Download this episodes sponsor, Horror Amino on iOS. All your favorite Creepypasta stories in one game Welcome to Creepypasta Land, my new RPG Maker horror series. In this first episode, we ALREADY find. Creepypasta How To Get Pregnant How To Get Your Baby To Move While Pregnant Creepypasta How To Get Pregnant How To Get Excited About Being Pregnant How Long. In the big, wide world of creepypasta, theres one I keep coming back to again and again Abandoned by Disney. Written by Christopher Howard Wolf, frequently. It was late at night. I was standing on the pier, leaning against a light post, sucking on my fifth cigarette. The fog had rolled in off the bay and with e. The year 1. 99. 9 exists as a stain in my mind however, as a memory that will not go away no matter how I try to forget it. I lost my first tooth, my first time on a plane, and unfortunately the early loss of my childhood innocence. That one memory that refuses to be wiped, it all started with that new or old TV. At that time Pokmon was the latest fad to hit the school. Pokmon cards, games, stickers, and the most popular, the TV show. So of course every time I came home from school, I would stay glued to the TV until Pokmon came on at five. The only problem was that my dad watched the news at 5 3. Pokmon episodes were back to back, which meant I had to miss an episode everyday, something I whined on and on about. AOm-vHd9eY/hqdefault.jpg' alt='Creepypasta Land Game' title='Creepypasta Land Game' />My dad got tired of hearing me complain everyday, that must be why he went and bought another TV. My dad put the TV he bought in my room, unfortunately it was just an old, small boob tube, with rabbit ears even. It also only had 2. Pokmon was on. I recall I didnt care though, I was just thrilled I had my own TV in my room. After surfing through the channels, I came to the conclusion that only channel 2 TVO kids was worth watching so I watched that for a while. It wasnt for another few months until I discovered channel 2. One day in April, I was flipping through the channels, trying to see if Pokmon was on. I pressed channel 2. My dad was surprised too, but he let me watch it because it seemed to have kids programs on. The channel was called Caledon Local 2. I found out it was indeed broadcasted from the town of Caledon, Ontario, a town very close to my city. The shows I saw on Caledon Local 2. I never understood what was going on in them half the time. However as I grew up, every time I thought of that channel, I realized more and more how messed up the shows were and I had to ask myself What the fuck was I watching. The following is a list of shows and episodes I remember seeing on Caledon Local 2. I remember such detail even disturbs me, but I guess things like this stand out in your mind for a while. There were only three shows I could find on the channel, probably because the channel was only operational between 4 0. Booby Episode 6, Together I recall Booby was a show where the characters were simply live action hands, no puppets or anything, just hands. The show featured a hand named Booby who found himself in a new situation every episode. The show was only 5 minutes long, and looked like it was shot in front of a damp, decaying wall, with the hands always on a table with a red table clothVery low budget obviously. This was the first episode I watched. The episode began with Booby trying to get ketchup out of a bottle. It actually showed him beating himself against the bottom of the bottle for a good 3 minutes. Finally another hand came by and looked at Booby. Together The other hand said, and it began beating the bottle as well, until some ketchup finally squirted out all over the table I chuckled slightly at this part. Booby then stared at the ketchup mess for a few seconds, before turning towards the camera as it slowly zoomed in on him. Mr. Bears Cellar Episode 1. Very sketchy name if you were to look at it now a days. The show featured a guy wearing a bear mascot costume who would get a new visitor into his cellar everyday. It was always a kid The show was filmed with a camcorder, and not a very good one either. The police asked me a lot of questions about this show. This episode started with Mr. Bear sitting at a table playing checkers by himself I didnt recognize it at first, but the table was the same one from Booby. He sat there playing for a bit until there was a knock on the door. The camera was then looking up the stairs at the door, where there was another knock. Mr. Bear climbed the stairs, and opened the door to reveal two young children. One was a boy about my age, and the other was a girl who looked about eight. Mr. Bear danced in delight, and then started talking to the kids I couldnt hear any of them that well, I remember. Mr. Bear then lead the kids into the cellar, which was quite dark, only lit by a small oil lamp on the table. I cant really remember that much more, except him singing a song which I couldnt hear too well either Probably because of that large bear mask. The episode ended with them playing hide and seek, with the kids hiding in a closet, and Mr. Bear counting. Soup and Spoon I dont think this was even a show, I think it was more of a special movie thing. All I know is I stopped watching Caledon Local 2. I thought this show was too stupid, especially since Pokemon now came on at 4 3. I dont remember much of this, but it showed a can of soup and a spoon both attached to strings, swinging back and forth, as if someone was holding them and dangling them in front of the camera. Interestingly enough, the show was shot in a basement, which looked just like the one used in Mr. Bears Cellar. Like I said, I cant remember much, the only thing I can remember clearly was the end. The entire thing was only half an hour, and just included stuff I found stupid, such as the spoon chasing the soup around trying to Eat him. The ending showed a table the one from Booby once again and about seven kids sitting around it, each with a bowl of soup in front of them. Serial Number For Artlantis 6 Mac. They were sitting and looking at the camera, but with confused, almost frightened faces. The camera man then held the can of soup in front of the kids and said Spooooons ready And then it just stopped. This is Mr. Bear. It was summer, and I hadnt watched channel 2. Until one day when I slept over at my friends house I decided to check it out again. My friend had gotten a TV in his room for his sixth birthday, so we stayed up very late For us, 9 3. TV. Thats when I remembered channel 2. We decided to see if it was on, and to our surprise it was They must have changed the broadcasting time. Mr. Bears Cellar Episode 2. This episode was entertaining for my friend and I, mainly because it had swearing. However, now when I think of this episode, I realize something was definitely wrong when it was filmed. The episode started with the camera on its side, while it was facing Mr. Bear, who was walking up stairs to the cellar door. The camera then blacked out for about a second, before fading in, back upright, and facing Mr. Bear. There was also another kid talking to him, but this kid looked about eleven or twelve. He was talking to Mr. Bear for a while, but I couldnt hear well Again with the crappy camcorder until the kid started raising his voice. Ppt Slides Electronics. The kid was saying how it was late and his sister had to go home, you could also hear more voices in the background. I remember Mr. Bear clearly saying Get the fuck out, youre not invited. The Accident Creepypasta. Add this post to your list of favorites Reading Time 9 minutes. It was late at night. I was standing on the pier, leaning against a light post, sucking on my fifth cigarette. The fog had rolled in off the bay and with each exhale, my smoke mingled with the mist until you couldnt tell one from the other. I could hear the buoys in out in the bay Ding Ding Ding with every gently passing wave, but the sound was muffled, eerie, through the thickness of the surrounding fog. The weak refracted circle of yellowish light in which I stood did little to illuminate me, so, as I stood there, I felt furtive. Sneaky. I kept looking around me, waiting for someone to ask me what I was doing here at this time of night. Waiting for a police officer to tell me to move on, no loiteringBut no one came. Not even Ed. About an hour ago Id gotten a frantic call from my brother telling me to meet him here. I didnt question him. I just threw on some shoes, grabbed my overcoat, and left the house. He sounded afraid urgent. Ed had never been either afraid, nor very urgent about anything. He went through life confident and steady. True, things got done on Ed Time, but they got done. Hed never once let me down. Therefore, when he called, I came running. Will He was breathless on the phone. Somethingsomethings happened. I need you to pick me up on the piernow. That was it. He hung up. I didnt have to ask him which pier I knew which one. Wed spent half our childhood there. Naked toddlers learning to jump into the cold water and laughing for all we were worth when dad or mom caught us. Young boys beginning to get confident in our swimming abilities and seeing who could swim out the farthest without getting too tired or scared. I always turned back first. As teenagers, we brought girls there. This was our place. The place where we both made, and felt, magic as children. Wed made a pact once that if we ever got into trouble, this pier was our meeting point. No questions asked. So, Ed had called the pact into action and I came. After Id been standing there, under that light, for about an hour and a half, I finally heard a sound. Not coming from the bay, but from off to my right and slightly behind me. A shuffling and grunting. I turned in the direction of the sound only to see Ed, beaten and bloody, barely able to stand. He flung himself toward me with his last bit of strength. I caught him awkwardly and guided him to the wooden pier floor. Will Im sorry. I wasnt fast enough. Go Go now He was urgent, but his voice was so weak. I had to put my ear to his mouth to hear him. I tried to ask him what happened. Tried to get any kind of explanation from him. But it was no use. He wouldnt couldnt respond. And then I watched. I sat there, surrounded by the chilly mist of fog, in the middle of the night, and watched as the light from his eyes faded away. I watched as my big brother just one year older than I died, right there in my arms, on the magical pier of our childhood. I was too stunned to speak. Too horrified to actToo heartbroken. I just sat on that pier, cradling my brothers head in my lap, and cried. I dont know how long I remained like that Eds head in my lap, my tears wetting his face but at some point, I became aware of another sound. This one was unlike anything Id ever heard before. Heavy, wet breathing. A chattering, like teeth in the winter when youre cold and wishing for hot chocolate and a warm fire. A thump. A dragging sound. Repeated over and over. And the wet breathing. I didnt like this. This wasbad. I was torn between wanting to protect my beloved brothers body, and give in to my flight response. Id never been afraid before where Ed hadnt been around to assure me all would be well. But, clearly, all was not well. Ed was dead. And those sounds Whatever it was could not be good. Maybe this was what Ed was trying to warn me about Decided, I whispered to Ed, Im sorry bro. I love you. Ill come back for you And then I fled down the pier to the boardwalk which paralleled the bay and abutted the homes up a steep hill. At the end of the boardwalk, there were old, weathered steps leading up the hill to the street. By the time I got up those steps I was breathless, wheezing like an asthmatic, listening to my heart as it beat heavily in my throat. I put my hands on my knees and bent over to catch my breath and regulate my heart rate. But my reprieve was short lived. Thumping. Heavy thumping and dragging, moving steadily upward behind me. And that wet breathing againHoly crap Did that thing whatever it was follow me I didnt wait to find out. I simply began running again. My car was at the end of the street in the small lot reserved for boardwalk and pier visitors. If I could make it to my car, I could outstrip this thing. I was beginning to have visions of a Godzilla like creature, teeth dripping, rumbling along behind me. You know how sometimes in dreams you run, but you dont get anywhereThats how I was feeling. I had put every ounce of effort, every ounce of strength, into pumping my legs harder and harder to make it to my car. And still, I didnt feel like I was going fast enough. Every time I slowed, just for a second, I heard the heavy breathing, the chattering, the thumping. Finally, however, I made it to my car. After fumbling with the keys dammit I was finally able to wrench the door open. I flung myself inside and slammed the door behind me. If I hadnt felt so terrified, it would have been a laughable thing trying to get my key in the ignition. As it was, I fumbled that, too. Twice Just as I managed to hit home, just as the key slid into the ignition, my entire car shook as a heavy weight suddenly landed on the roof I freaked. I was always a little bit nervous, but I was seriously freaked out. I didnt understand what was happening. What this thing was. Ed said something had happened What What happenedAnd now, this thing was on the roof of my car. I threw the car into reverse and floored it, backing out of the small parking lot, spraying particles of sand out behind me. On the road, I put pedal to the metal and hit sixty five before I could take a breath. I didnt care if it was a twenty five zone I yanked the wheel right, left, right again, trying to shake the creature off the roof, but it hung on. Somehow, it hung on I kept going. Turn after turn, no destination in mind, just trying to do everything I could think of to dislodge the thing. Suddenly, a shrieking A tearing Metal on metal. Ripping, snarling I looked up and realized the thing had dug its claws claws into the roof and torn it clear away leaving a jagged, gaping hole in the top of my car But thats not what made me drive clear off the road and wind up in a ditch on the golf course. What made me lose control wasthat thing had Eds faceEds body, onlylarger, and with greenish gray skin. It had vicious teeth, chattering with crazed excitement, mouth dripping with strings of saliva and a horrible, hungry look in its eyes. Ed. My brother. In shock, I ran the car right off the road, went down a short embankment, hit a tree and the creature went flying forward to land, on its back, about ten feet away. My airbag deployed, leaving me bruised and bleeding, but otherwise alive. I scrambled, aching, out of the car and began to run. The Ed Thing, completely unaffected by the crash, leapt up and began to follow behind me at a steady, plodding, unconcerned pace.