• Alex Worrell

  11 months ago

  Not enough Smeaf. 1/5

• flitzepuff

  11 months ago

  I smeafed my pants :(

• Oldman

  11 months ago

  Smeaf make me shitted pant

• Hyian Hashimoto

  11 months ago

  This is just another POTATO.

• Vrabecz Márton

  11 months ago

  no ketchup

• Lupo

  11 months ago

  Video doesn't instert itself

• ghostdes

  11 months ago

  Feels illegal just looking at it.
  Wait I think someone´s at the door...

• Brendan Santidrian

  11 months ago

  1 dollar and all it did was unleashed a horde of Smeafs taking over my bedroom. I'm dead serious!

• Will

  11 months ago

  Smeaf turned my business into a front for money laundering.
  I want the cube back.

• Dean Morris

  11 months ago

  I never believed in the supernatural until Smeaf entered my life. At first, it was just a name, a whisper in the corners of my dreams. I'd wake up in a cold sweat, haunted by the eerie, guttural sound of that name, "Smeaf."

  The nightmares began innocently enough. I'd find myself in a desolate, fog-shrouded forest, the moonlight light casting elongated shadows on the gnarled trees. In the distance, I could hear the soft, rhythmic rustling of leaves, like a whisper carried on the wind. And then, there it was, lurking just beyond my sight. Smeaf. I couldn't see it clearly, just a shapeless, nightmarish presence that seemed to feed off my terror.

  As the days passed, the nightmares grew more vivid. Smeaf's appearances became increasingly grotesque, its form morphing into something indescribable, a grotesque fusion of a dog and nightmare. I was trapped in a never-ending cycle of torment.

  It didn't take long for Smeaf to break free from the confines of my dreams. I'd catch fleeting glimpses of it in the shadows during my waking hours. A deformed head lurking in m periphery, its contorted form sending shivers down my spine. It had begun to claim my reality as its own.

  I tried to ignore it, to convince myself it was just a figment of my imagination. But it wouldn't be dismissed so easily. Smeaf's presence grew stronger, its malevolence palpable. It whispered promises in the dead of night to haunt me until my mind shattered.

  I sought help, but no therapist, priest, or psychic could provide solace. Smeaf was a specter without explanation, a haunting without escape. My world became a nightmare, a never-ending descent into madness, all orchestrated by the relentless malevolence of Smeaf.

  Now, as I write this final, desperate confession, I feel its presence closing in on me. Smeaf, the insidious entity born from the depths of my own subconscious, is no longer content to dwell in my dreams. It's real, and it's here, hovering just out of sight, waiting to consume my soul. And as I prepare for what may be my final, terrifying confrontation with the horrors of the unknown, I can only hope that this tale serves as a warning to those who dare to dismiss the supernatural, for in the darkness, Smeaf waits for us all.

  1/10 plz fix

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