The Cookie of Death

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Hey guys. I'm writing here on Trollpasta wiki to tell you about something that happened to me. I know this is supernatural and I can't just make a blog post about it because I swear this is like a Creepypasta, but real. I tried to put this on Creepypasta Wiki, but they rejected it. They thought it sound stupid, but this all actually happened and I want to share this with you. But after that experience, I don't think I will EVER be the same again. I just warn you: NEVER EAT COOKIES AGAIN!

The Story

I was hungry so I decided to get some cookies for a snack. I opened my cupboard and took a brand new pack of cookies. But when I poured the cookies onto a plate, I noticed a really creepy looking one. I tried to take a picture of it to show the proof.

But as soon as I took my phone out, the cookie jumped up and bit my crotch. I let out a loud scream as the cookie sank it's razor sharp teeth into my penis. I shouted "Let go! Let go!" and tried to shake it off, but the cookie wouldn't let go.

But I was probably Screaming pretty loud because the cops busted down my door and pointed guns towards the cookie. It was still on my dick. The police let out fire, but the cookie jumped off my dick. I ended up getting shot in the penis.

I screamed and fell to my knees crying. The cookie jumped onto the counter and picked up a knife from the knife rack. It threw the knife at one of the police officer's head, instantly killing him. The other cops were now scared and they ran out of the house. Then the cookie turned Red and exploded the whole house. I then blacked out there.

When I woke up, all I saw around me was the debris from the explosion, the cookie standing next to me with a knife, and a glass of milk. "Now it's time for YOU to die!" Said the cookie walking towards me with the knife. I had to think fast. But I remembered there was a glass of milk next to me. Maybe I can drown the cookie in it. So when the cookie got close to me, I stole the knife from the cookie and stabbed it. The cookie began to shake and panic. I then shoved the cookie in the milk. "I will be back." Said the Cookie before it drowned in the milk.

I'm now going to trauma centers to help me forget about the experience. I also sued the cookie company so I'm not homeless. You can go ahead and not believe the story I just told, but who knows? YOU might be the cookies next victim.

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