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Ghost gets raided by Hub Villains(We hear the Blog Talk Radio jingle, then we hear the True Capitalist Radio theme song. Ghost is already in a bad mood when he starts his show due to the extreme amount of prank calls he got yesterday that were related to the Oklahoma Sooners' fight song, KaraszKun, Ghost's granny, the Boss N-word theme song, and the national anthem of Russia.)
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Ghost: I'm already in a bad mood, Engineer. Do you see what the hell happened yesterday? These idiots, especially freakin' Coodoo, RUINED MY TACO TUESDAY!!!!! AND I CAN'T STAND THESE IDIOTS!!!!!! It can't get any worse...
(A "One hour later" time card appears.)
Ghost: 493, Radio Graffiti.
Megatron: Come with me, Ghost, and we'll take over the Earth and defeat Optimus Prime and his Autobots for good! (Megatron then laughs evilly.)
Ghost: Shut up, you stupid Transformer. 104, Radio Graffiti.
Strongbad: Join me, Ghost! I've got five stupid Aquabats to take down!
Ghost: Get off, you loser. 737, Radio Graffiti.
Dan: Hey, j
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Okay. This story I'm about to share is very personal, very strange and probably unbelievable.
I don't blame any of you if you don't believe it, and I especially don't blame you if you think I'm crazy, but I can assure you it's all true.
I've only recently really gotten into Pokemon Creepypasta, a lot of even the older stories, like Lavender Town's Tune and Buried Alive are all quite new to me.
Like most readers however, I dismissed these stories, only getting the fun creepy thrill from them that they were intended to give.
However, one story always intrigued me just a little more than the rest. It was the story behind the White Hand. I wasn't sure why, for the longest time the creepy white, skeletal and horrifically detailed severed hand stood out so much to me.
That was until, with surprising clarity I realized it reminded me of the Pokemon Haunter. Not just the Pokemon itself however, but of an eerie incident that happened long, long ago when I was still very young.
See, when I was a