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on August 16, 2020

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PADDLES constructive criticism always appreciated! :)

PADDLES (Pong creepypasta) Written by BobTheBuilderAC As a video game freak, I always loved trying to experience games that released before I was even born! Being born in the 2000's was kinda cool, but I always thought the 70's, 80's, heck even the 90's were some of the best times the world has ever seen. So much stuff has been invented, the video game industry is at it's peak, & more importantly, video game collecting is a hobby, which is what I do. I remember however one moment in my life that kinda freaked me out, and that was when I tried getting my hands on a Pong console. I mean come on. It's just a pong game. What about pong is so scary? Let me explain. One of my friends gave me one of his Pong consoles that he had in his closet. He told me he didn't need it anymore so he thought I could use it for something. Of course I took it. He was my friend after all. I went home and opened the box he gave me which simply read, "TV Game". I open

The Silence of Whraithsbourg

I’ve lived my whole life next to a ghost town. I had no idea why it became such. Nobody did. The story goes that over a hundred years ago, the whole population just vanished in the course of a few days. It wasn’t a big town. It used to house a handful of families as evidenced by the ten houses currently standing in the abandoned remains. There was also a church. The building has a massive cross attached just below the roof, along with the fact that it looks exactly like a church on the inside. Oh yeah, I’ve been to each and every building inside the ghost town. When I was a child, I used to explore the remains of the town. I’d tell ghost stories with my friends about the ghosts of the missing residents. The fact that there’s a graveyard in the churchyard is the probable cause of these stories. A couple dozen gravestones mark the site. The town must’ve been relatively new or just very tiny by the time its residents disappeared. Nowadays, I use the town, Whraithsbourg, as an escape. I

Shadow man

H es watching. Hes planning. Hes waiting. There is a man that lives in the dark, he loves to linger around. His face just black and eyes so empty he is looking at your now. In the creak of your door, under your bed, in an empty hallway or looking through your windows. Nails as long as branches on the tallest of trees and a body as thin as air. Don't sleep in total darkness or the shadow man is there. From years ago where a nice man was be formed into a demon. I saw him once during a thunderstorm just laying on my bed. At first the corner of the room that was dark just grew and grew and grew. It felt like time just stopped right there I could see his scary form. I rushed to cover my blanket above my head thinking I was safe. But every lightening that lit the room the darkness grew closer and closer. . . . . I could almost hear my heart beating out of my chest. . . . I counted down from 10...... 10..... I can see his shadowy hands..... 9..... I can feel his breath....8.....he is get

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