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~~~~~~~~~The Note~~~~~~~~~~

All this crap started when I found that little note.

On a square piece of paper I found at the bottom of a box I was moving out of my basement, it read, "HELLO? PLEASE RESPOND". I had no idea how long the paper had been there, those boxes had sat in my basement since I moved in. I ignored it until the next morning, when I opened my coffee maker to throw out the grounds, and inside was a sopping wet piece of paper that read "PLEASE RESPOND! PLEASE HELP". I figured it must have been put inside my coffee maker by whoever was pulling this pointless prank, because it wasn't there when I put my coffee grounds in.

I found more notes, under my mouse pad, inside my computer tower while I was putting in some new RAM, between the layers of tissue of my toilet paper roll, under my DVD player's disc tray. Places that no one would ever look, places you'd never think of putting a note, places you knew no one would ever look and it would be foolish to put a note, because who knew when they would see it?

But it kept happening, and they all said the same thing every time, begging me to respond and help them. Being the retard I am, one day I just got fed up when I found one inside a cup in my dishwasher(right after I had run it- the paper was dry) I wrote on the back of it "HELLO. I'M RESPONDING. PLEASE EXPLAIN YOUR SITUATION!" and slid it under a crack in my bath-fitted tub.

No sooner had I left my bathroom did I find another piece of paper, floating on the surface tension on the surface of my glass of sprite I had in the living room.

I carefully picked it out of my drink, it read "THANK YOU." and in larger letters, "I'M TRAPPED". I waved it around to dry it off a bit, and wrote on the back of it again, "where are you trapped? how are you sending me notes?" and, not creative enough to think of where to put it, I just threw it behind my couch. I waited and looked, but I didn't see any other notes for the rest of that day. The next day I checked my mail, inside of some spam letter was the next note, "IN THE SECOND DIMENSION. BELOW YOU". I wasted no time in responding "whoever you are, this prank is retarded. give it a rest" and threw it outside, the wind blew it away.

The next note I got was still in obnoxious capital letters, though it was much longer than before and the last sentence seemed to have been squeezed into the remaining space. I think it was a passage from some encyclopedia or textbook. "The first dimension is a defined point in space. The second dimension (this was underlined) is anything that exists with height and width, while the third adds on length. The fourth includes time, the and the fifth is the past: time that has already occurred and is solidified in time space." Everything beyond that was too squished in to read. I rolled my eyes and responded again, "How can you read this if you're in the second dimension? How can you even exist??" I slipped this note into the space in my toaster between the element and the metal casing.

my reply came when I brushed it out of my hair the next morning before I took a shower. "WRITING IS 2D. VISION IS 2D- TWO 2D IMAGES SUPERIMPOSED."

That didn't really get to the point of how I was supposed to "rescue" this person, which I defined in my next note that I flushed down my toilet.

"MAKE ME 3D" was all that was on the new slip of paper I found inside of a chocolate bar I unwrapped, later on. How the idiot was putting these inside sealed products was beyond me but at this point I decided to play along, maybe it was some kind of TV show thing.

"how?" was all I wrote for my reply. I remember exactly where I put it, because it was the last thing I wrote for a long time. I put it in a crack between my length mirror, and it's wooden backing. As soon as I let go it slid out of sight and I didn't see any papers again for a year and a half.

Getting dressed one morning for work, I went into my room and adjusted my tie and shirt in my mirror, the same one, only it was now on the opposite side of my room. Looking into it, I noticed a square behind me on the wall. Turning around, there was none. In the instant before I turned around again I thought it must have fallen off, but in the mirror it was still there, still suck to the wall. I touched my mirror thinking maybe it was some sort of warping or optical illusion, but it wasn't.

I lifted my heavy mirror up from the ground and slowly walked backwards with it, nearing myself to the opposite wall on which the paper was stuck. The closer I got, the clearer the message on it became, until I stopped, sandwiched between the heavy mirror and the wall, looking at the paper immediately over my shoulder: "MAKE YOU 2D" it said.

I moved the hell out of that house as soon as I could. After bunking at my girlfriend's for a while, I got rid of the mirror, the toaster, everything. My heart still skips a beat when I see any perfectly square piece of paper, sitting on the floor, all alone. I still live in fear of some day I'll open up a book or look in the inner lining of a jacket, and a piece of paper will flop out.

I check all my things, now. Constantly. I also don't drink coffee anymore.

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Something...coming closer and closer, smiling incredibly wide with jagged teeth and cold, icy fingers...

Something makes me open my eyes. I can see my alarm clock clearly from across the room. 2:43 AM. Dammit. I close my eyes again, but something still isn't right. I don't have to piss. Maybe if I turn over. Then I feel it.

Someone is holding my hand.

I sleep on my stomach, with my arm hanging off the side of the bed. Now I'm awake, wide awake, and someone is holding my left hand.

The hand is cold, far too cold for a night in August. It holds my hand lightly, but with force. My fingertips are pressed against thin, clammy skin, like frozen poultry. Though I can't see them, it seems like the fingers are longer than they should be, wrapping much farther around my hand than should be possible. I feel ragged fingernails touching my palm. How many? Six? Seven?

I should yell in surprise, but I don't move. Somehow the room is darker than it was before. I am completely still. I hear the faint buzz of my alarm clock, but I can't make out the numbers any more.

The hand moves. It grips me tighter.

I black out. I awaken at my usual time, piss, and shower as always. But after my shower, I just cannot seem to get my left hand dry.

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Creepy pasta has been going on for a while, and boy, do we want to keep it that way! everyone loves being scared once in a while, but most people just pop in a stupid horror film and call it a night. Creepy pasta is an online collection of the most creepy stories that float around the internet, scaring people pants less. Don't laugh at the funny name, please. Now, Myself, puddingdear101, is quite sad about the unpopularity of these pastas. Of course, they have readers, but not enough! The pasta's must do their job, and the talented to-be-authors our ages need credit! Gaiaonline needs to have more creepy subjects in the topics. And I am trying my best to scare people pantsless.

Personally, I am the most cowardly person in my family. I love creepypasta, but I am the one who gets the most scared by it. Now, I know all pasta's are a work of fiction, but they still creep you out. It makes your mind wonder, "is that true?" It gives you goosebumps and sometimes, (I hate this) you read a pasta that isn't scary to begin with, but the MORE you think, the MORE scary it gets. Thats the scary part. Its much more frightening to be afraid of something you can't see, floating around online. By the way. this thread is NOT FOR THE FAINTHEARTED. please. if you get freaked out, then just shut down your computer and sit down to a funny book and some chocolate milk. ok? nobody's forcing anyone to read this.

Oh~ I forgot. I don't own creepypasta, or any of the pastas. I'm just a regular girl who wants to share something interesting. (plus, all those pastafarians out there, sorry I used the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I don't own the picture, and the reason I used it, is because...well... its creepy (ok, maybe more funny-looking than creepy...), and its pasta. xp

OK! now, those brave enough to join me, come! read your first CREEPYPASTA~ (this ones one of my favorites...)

you ready? remember, this was a work of fiction, and written by a talented writer.

White With Red

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. Especially 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.”

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Annelise woke up with a start under a tall, leafy palm tree. It took her a while to realize where she was. As memory of the shipwreck came to her, Annelise brushed back her tangled Ivory hair. Looking about, she slowly stood up. "ugh" she thought to herself as her neck cramped. "I must've been sleeping with my neck on one side...foolish me..." She walked along the sandy beaches of Nova's Island from time to time, usually when Annelise was tired or grumpy. She would feast on the sweet banana's from nearby trees, and occasionally a coconut. looking at the reddening sun and the pink cumulus clouds, It was probably close to dawn. Walking toward he beach, she found a nice sandy spot by a coconut tree. Using her sharp knife, she cut open the juicy fruit and took a bite of its white flesh after finishing the semisweet coconut milk inside. Licking her lips, Annelise Rested by the tree for a while.

"How early was it in the morning?" She thought. Almost nobody went to the beach around this hour. Unless...
Annelise's Red eyes blinked for a second. Was that a rustling she heard? Sipping her coconut milk, her mind averted any thought of a bear or another wild animal. 'maybe its a HUGE man-eating SPIDER with EIGHTEEN heads that's poisonous too...' She counted to 10 slowly. Not daring to open her eyes yet she paused, and worked up enough breath to scream if it were a giant spider. She snapped open her blood red eyes. nothing. not even a piece of lint. She breathed a sigh of relief.