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greenhillkiller is not online. greenhillkiller
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Or I'll never spend money in OT again.
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This isn't mine, but it's really scary:

I always liked Super Mario 64 when I was a kid. I remember playing it at my aunt's house all the time. Well, one day a pop-up appeared out of nowhere as I was watching gameplay footage on Youtube. I was a little startled, and was about to close the window, until I realized that it was a website showing of a mint condition copy of Super Mario 64 for sale. There was a picture and everything. I usually don't trust these things, but the feeling of nostalgia overpowered me, and I wanted to buy it.

The whole business was peculiar, seeing as how the owner of the game wanted the buyer to send an envelope containing $10 to and address on the site, instead of using something like PayPal. What made things even more strange was that when I tried to gain access to the website (I wrote down the URL) after encountering...problems with the game, the page was nowhere to be found.

A few days after the $10 was mailed, I got a package containing the new copy of the game. The first thing I noticed when I opened the small box was that the "official sticker" with Mario flying in the air was apparently peeled off or something. In it's place was a piece of duct tape with "Mario" crudely written on it in permanent marker. I felt a little ripped-off, but as long as the game worked, I didn't care.

I got out my Nintendo 64 and put the cartridge in. The screen turned on with the familiar Mario face that you could stretch and twist aimlessly. I remembered laughing all the time at the results as a kid and decided to mess around for old times sake. I moved the cursor over to Mario's ear and pulled it to elven proportions. I was going to do the same to the other ear, when the TV suddenly produced loud static. Mario's whole head started deforming and twisting in ways that I didn't even know were possible for the model. Random sound effects from the game started playing along with the static. As all this was occurring, I could hear a faint voice whispering in Japanese. The voice was stammering and whimpering.

I immediately shut off the game and tried again. I didn't bother with the Mario head this time. Just selected a new file and started playing.

When I selected the file, the game skipped the opening monologue by Peach and the courtyard outside. Mario was just placed right inside the castle. Creepier still, Bowser didn't say anything either. I tried to ignore it and played anyway. However I also noticed that their was no music. Just dead silence. Their weren't even any Toads around to talk to. The only door I could enter was the Bob-omb Battlefield. The other doors wouldn't even respond to my button commands.

The portrait to Bob-omb Battlefield wasn't the usual picture. It was just a stark white canvas. I was still trying to convince myself that these were just minor glitches, and that they wouldn't effect the gameplay at all. Once I entered the portrait, the image suddenly went from a blank canvas to the Lethal Lava Land painting. You know, that slightly unsettling image of the flame with the evil smile? Yeah, that's when I started getting really suspicious.

The mission select menu came up, and yet another weird detail was present. Instead of "Big Bob-omb on the Summit", the mission was called "TURN BACK". I have no idea what drove me to press A, but I did.

The level seemed normal. Everything was how I remembered it. I thought I could finally enjoy my favorite childhood game. But then I saw him. Luigi. I was absolutely shocked. He was never in this game. His model wasn't even a Mario palette swap. He looked like a completely original model. Luigi just stood there until I tried to approach him. He started running at unexpected speeds. I followed suite and went through the level. Strange things happened as I pursued him. each time I picked up a coin, the enemies and music would get slower, and the scenery would look darker in color and more morbid. It kept gradually getting worse until I collected a 5th coin. Then, the music just stopped. The enemies laid down on the ground like they were dead. I was seriously freaked out, but I kept chasing Luigi.

I went up the hill. No cannon balls rolled down trying to knock me over. I really wasn't surprised at this point. Luigi was always just out of my sight as I ran. Once I reached the summit, I saw yet another object out of place. A small cottage was all that was seen on the top of the hill. Luigi was nowhere to be found. The cottage was certainly od looking for a Mario game. It was old, plain, and broken down. Regardless of my fears at that moment, I had Mario enter the cottage.

As soon as the door closed. A disturbing picture of a hanged Luigi immediately popped up along with a very frightening scare chord. It sounded like a violin screech accompanied by loud piano banging. Mario fell to his knees and sobbed for roughly 5 minutes, then the screen irised-out.

I returned to the castle. Mario just slumped out of the painting. The image switched from the Lethal Lava Land portrait to the image of Luigi hanging himself. The room was different this time. It was now a small hallway. Toads with blank expressions and white robes lined the sides of the hallway. Their was another painting at the opposite end that just completely and utterly scared me. It was a picture of my family It wasn't even a photo from the time Super Mario 64 was released. It was a very, very recent photo. I remembered posing for it last weekend.

I reached for the on/off switch on the N64. There was no way I was going to play this anymore. However, when I flipped the switch, the game was still on. I flipped it back and forth, but to no avail. I tried unplugging the whole system, but it never left the screen. I was even still able to control Mario. I couldn't just leave it on forever...so I kept playing. I went to the photo of my family, and jumped in. Only one mission was available, of course. This one was called "Run, Don't Walk". I selected the mission. 'Let's-a-go'...

The level started in a flooded hallway with platforms floating on the water. Mario landed on one of these, and the camera turned to show what was behind. A silent black void was slowly approaching Mario. It didn't look like anything. It didn't even look like finished graphics. Just a giant, blocky, black blob. I started jumping from platform to platform. With no goal in sight, I kept running, the darkness slowly but surely gaining speed. This kept going on for what felt like hours. I was really doubting there would ever be an end. Mario was just going in circles. Finally, the black blob/void/thing caught up with Mario, and enveloped him in darkness. He didn't scream or resist at all. It just consumed him.

Mario fell out of the painting and back into the castle. I lost one of my 3 lives. The room was different now. Some of the Toads were gone, and the painting looked different. My family and I were in the same positions, but our bodies were partially decomposed. It looked too real to be photoshopped. It looked more like someone just took our dead bodies and posed them.

Regardless, I jumped into the painting again. Mario was in an small room. There was still only one mission available. It was called "I'm right here." spelled just like that. I selected the mission and prepared for the worst. Mario landed in a small, dark room. There no visible way out. The room was empty except for a piano in the corner. I knew what that meant. I was stuck in there with the Mad Piano. I approached it and it started chasing me as always. There was no way to damage it, so I had no choice but to let Mario take damage.

When he lost all his health, the usual death animation didn't happen. Mario just got mauled by the piano. He fell as his blood and guts spilled on the floor, and the camera panned to a top down view of his corpse. A distorted version of the merry-go-round music from Big Boo's Haunt played as the screen slowly transitioned from the in-game shot to a photo-realistic sketch of Mario's dead body in the same view as the shot. It was very unsettling. I was crying softly as I gazed upon the image. I lost another life.

The photo of my family was shown again. We were even more rotten then before. The view zoomed into the painting, like I was warping again. I was greeted with a shot of Peach's castle from the outside. The castle was crumbling in ruin. The fields were on fire. The sky was pitch black. Bowser's laugh played on a loop in the background as children mockingly chanted "You couldn't save her!". This went on for a long time, until, a close-up of of Peach's face accompanied by an extremely loud screech interrupted the loop without notice. Peach's mouth was wide open as if she was screaming, and her eyes were empty, black holes.

Suddenly, I was back in the hallway as Mario was once again ejected out of the painting. Now all of the Toads were gone, and me and my family looked positively repulsive. Maggots were wriggling around in holes in our flesh. Guts were spilling out of our bodies. My dad's eyeball was hanging loose from its socket. It was too much to bear, but something still urged me to trudge on. I jumped into the painting, with only one life remaining.

This time, there was no name for the mission. Just a blank space where the title would be. I selected the mission, and Mario landed on a very small island in the middle of the ocean. There was a solitary sign. It only read "DIVE". I did just as it said and entered the water.

The ocean was dark and empty. There were no fish. I wasn't even able to see anything in the water besides Mario. I swam downwards. I kept going for quite some time, yet Mario never ran out of breath. I counted roughly 10 minutes of swimming until I decided to go back up. Just as I turned Mario around, it came. A huge, and I mean huge Unagi the Eel came out of nowhere and swallowed Mario whole. I was dumbfounded. It went by so fast I wasn't even sure what I saw. The Game Over screen didn't show up. All that happened was a fade-out.

The photo of my family and I was shown again. We were plain skeletons now. Once again, it looked very real. I couldn't move the camera at all. It just stayed focused on the picture. I shut off the game and turned it on again. I chose my file, but it just went to the skeleton photo of my family. I tried this about 3 more times before giving up. I desperately wanted to stop, but some force kept me from walking away. I decided to select the only other saved file. The camera once again focused on the skeleton picture, but this time they were in a different position. As if they were a whole different family...
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matty99100 is not online. matty99100
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20 Jul 2011 02:58 PM
O_O
scary
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ICantThinkOfName101 is not online. ICantThinkOfName101
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20 Jul 2011 07:48 PM
Ikr?
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matty99100 is not online. matty99100
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21 Jul 2011 02:12 PM
are there more?
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thobby120 is not online. thobby120
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21 Jul 2011 02:25 PM
Really? BEn drowned isn't scary.
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matty99100 is not online. matty99100
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22 Jul 2011 06:04 AM
whats ben drowned?
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Legogirl2008 is not online. Legogirl2008
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22 Jul 2011 06:12 AM
I like copying my creepypasta.



When Arthus123 regained consciousness, he found himself in a very dark place.He tried to move away, but thin leather strap kept him from moving his legs. He started to struggle, but no matter how much he tried, he was glued to a strange, rotting, wooden board. As he writhed in panic, Legogirl2008 jumped into his line of sight.

"Great, you're finally awake. Now, we can start..."

she happily began, she was holding a tray covered in a shroud.

"Oh, it's you, the Mckailey worshipper again. Why can’t I move?!" Arthus123 yelled.

"Well, for starters, you're tied down. That's why you can't move. I didn't think you were that dumb." Legogirl2008 chimed. Her girlish giggle bounced off the walls.

"I thought I was in my own thread! How did I get here?" He yelled again. She simply hushed, as she walked over to a light switch.

"I see you are new to the internets..."

Legogirl2008 began to sing, slowly, the lights came on. Arthus123 screamed, choking at the horrible sight before him.
The room was basically a giant furnace, parts of dismembered robloxians were strung across strings on the ceiling, and there, at the end of the room,

"You must be happy..."

a great fire was cooking charred bodies, with expressions of painful horror still on their faces. Heads of noobs were stuck on the wall, spelling out the words 'COME TO MY PLACE', with their faces each alight from the candle which burned their flesh from the inside.

"But listen to me... you shouldn't take that offering, now you ain't got... no-body..."

Legogirl2008 held up the impaled head of a forum troll, it's eyes were stitched like crosses, and it's mouth was open wide open in a permanent wail. Decayed skin dribbled down from parts of it's head. Arthus123 began to hyperventilate, staring with wide eyes at the terrifying scene before him.

"Please let me go! I promise I will never, ever make fun of OT again!"

He begged, tears begun to form. Legogirl2008 simply giggled, she stuck a leather strap over his mouth, and bolted it down to the board. Parts of Arthus123’s teeth were chipped off. He screamed again, only more muffled, and more bloodcurdling.
Legogirl2008 took the shroud off the tray she carried. A ridiculously sharp pair scissors, with sharp hooks welded to the edges, lay on it. She held the scissors in her hand, walked closer to the trapped Arthus123.

"Now... shall we begin...?"

She whispered into his ear, giggling while she talked. The scissors came closer, and closer to his face, he could see the sharp edge, and tiny specks of blood...then...
Legogirl2008 plunged the scissors slowly into Arthus123's eye. He screamed in pain as the blade made a sickening squelch when it reached the other side. Saliva filled his gagged mouth, his face was burning with agonising pain, as the scissors stopped, and began to spin. She simply concentrated on her precision, turn... turn... turn...

"I hope we can finally see eye to eye, then maybe we can be friends."

Legogirl2008 whispered into his ear. She winked, and the scissors were yanked out, along with the remains of the badly-damaged eye. Arthus123 felt the warm blood from his gaping, sanguine eye socket drip down onto his cheeks. The red liquid seeped through the leather, and into his mouth. The disgusting mixture swirled in his mouth. He looked up at Legogirl2008, who was still holding the scissors in her right hand. She grinned.

"Maybe if you were a little nicer, I wouldn't've taken so long. Oh well. I guess it's a little too late for you..."

Legogirl2008 sighed loudly. She wiped the blood and goo off the scissors, then came closer again.

"You have very nice skin..." She said, gripping his hand with hers.
"But these nails... they'll have to go."

Arthus123 immediately knew what this meant, he grunted, trying to break free of the straps that held him still. This just made his skin go red, and quickly rip itself apart. Arthus yelled, looking at the straps, which were now thicker with a new, fresh, pink covering.

"Oh dear... it looks like I won’t need to remove the nails after all!"

Legogirl2008 chuckled, looking at his now bloody, tortured hands. She stared deep into his working eye.

"Do you know why the icing on my cupcakes are so fantastic?"

Arthus123 was still hyperventilating, a small tear mixed with the red liquid dripping down his face. I'm sorry, so so sorry! he thought. But he knew she couldn't hear him. The scissors pressed against his shoulder, then, with a small push, the blades went under his skin. They trailed down his arms, snip, snip,snip. It was unbearable. The Legogirl2008 continued to sing, her voice just barely being heard above the dry gasping.

"Isn't it jive.... knowing that you're special..."

The scissors broke a lot of nerves, but did she care? Nope! Arthus123 was still screaming. His mouth was now filled fully with saliva and blood. Gurgling muffled words, he tried to plead, oh how he tried. But it was no use. The scissors went up his neck, incredibly close to his oesophagus.

"Knowing what it's like..."

The scissors had now reached the top of his head. Legogirl2008 still smiled, her insane gaze was blocked by her thick rainbow glasses, as she pressed them up to her head.

"To be..."

Arthus123 closed his eyes, as Legogirl2008 grabbed the loose skin with her bare hands.

"Skinned alive."

A horrible RIIIIP echoed across the room. The leather strap covering his mouth was pulled off with the mess. He screeched, as the pink liquid from his mouth sprayed onto the exposed, pulsing tissue. He couldn't feel anything now, his whole body was covered in pain. with his chest heaving, Arthus123 mouthed the words;

"Why...?"

Then, he collapsed. But Legogirl2008 wasn't done yet... no... not yet...


When Arthus123 woke up again, numb and cold. he was no longer up against the wall. Instead, he was tied down by metallic straps on a metal platter. He choked as he saw other skinned, dead corpses, they were laying down flat, with their gruesome, bloody organs exposed. The lungs, the liver, he could see everything. Terrified, he looked at his own chest, the same fate had befallen him. Seeing his own insides...
He tried to scream, but his neck had been sliced open, he could only breathe, nothing else. Legogirl looked at all the corpses, then to Arthus.

"You're still awake? You should be asleep!"

She said, thinking about the situation. Then, a horrible, evil grin stretched across her face.

"Well, it doesn't matter anyway, this will just make the whole experience much more fun for the both of us."

She grinned, kicking a dried skull away from where she stood. Oh no...no... no..., Arthus123 thought. He noticed the atmosphere was getting warmer. Legogirl2008 was walking, but he was sure the platter wasn't moving! Legogirl2008 grinned, but under her multi-coloured glasses, a single tear lay still in her eye.

"I really did hope we could be friends... I truly did... but i've gone too far to stop..."

She sighed again, she gripped the scissors once more. aiming at his neck, she threw the scissors. Arthus123 gasped, he world going dark... fading...

"Goodbye, Arthus123..." Was the last he ever heard.

Watching as the corpses were all tipped into the furnace, Legogirl2008 stared at the wooden board, and the new leather toppled in a pile on the top of the tools. She looked down. Oh well... she thought, she knew she would see Arthus123 again. In about 50 minutes...50 minutes exactly. She looked back at the furnace, the ingredients were cooking quite well. It was a pity she couldn't use the muscles. She picked up the mound of damaged skin with both her hands, walked upstairs, and into the kitchen. She put the pile into a big blue blender, already filled with sugar and food dye. Legogirl2008 turned on the blender, and watched, as the icing was made.
Maybe she should have kept something, as a little souvenir. Then, she noticed something, something on the kitchen floor. She walked over, and picked it up from the tiles. It was ripped into pieces, but she was sure she could stitch it together again!

Yes. A mask. She thought.

I will make a mask.




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Cheese678wasbanned is not online. Cheese678wasbanned
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22 Jul 2011 06:14 AM
I am thinking of working on a HUGE horror story.

I still don't know what it could be about...
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matty99100 is not online. matty99100
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22 Jul 2011 06:16 AM
Ever seen the hills have eyes, NOW THAT IS SCARY!
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rats631 is not online. rats631
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22 Jul 2011 06:21 AM
@leg

I liked that until the part you skinned him alive.
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22 Jul 2011 06:21 AM
@rats

You loved that part!
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rats631 is not online. rats631
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22 Jul 2011 06:22 AM
@Leg

No, it was too unrealistic for him to be skinned alive.
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Legogirl2008 is not online. Legogirl2008
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22 Jul 2011 06:23 AM
YOU KNOW YOU LOVED IT.
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rats631 is not online. rats631
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22 Jul 2011 06:25 AM
Ok, fine, I love it.

Please don't skin me alive now ;~;
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@Above

Exactly. That one kept me up for about 10 nights... I finally got over it. And as for Legogirl, that was so disgusting, I didn't even make it though the entire thing. I made it to the part where you cut into his eye, gagged, nearly passed out, imagined that happening to me, screamed, hyperventallated, and tried to think about something else. Thanks for putting another image in my mind to keep me up at night. Please don't skin me alive now ;_;
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Will20 is not online. Will20
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27 Jul 2011 11:29 PM
Cupcakes ain't as bad as Ben Drowned, IMO.
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27 Jul 2011 11:34 PM
I lost my CreepyPasta somewhere in the sea of threads.
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27 Jul 2011 11:41 PM
I have a good one,
a guy walked into the woods.
and he died.
the end.
PLOT TWIST!
☆Have some Pocky and make creepy pastas☆
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27 Jul 2011 11:45 PM
A Suicide Note: 1964

As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye.

Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope.

‘Dearest Linnie,
I have prayed for you. He spoke your name.’

A Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880

I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand. I will not sleep. His voice (unintelligible text).

A Mariner’s Log: 1691

He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the Rake.

Witness Account: 2006

Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.

At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I appologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.

After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It’s body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.

My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.

In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband’s face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids’ rooms.

I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.

The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said “he is the Rake”.

My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. He did not survive.

Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.

For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent’s house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.

It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship’s log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.

There were, however, many instances where the creature’s visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.

I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)

On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can’t listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven’t let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I’ve heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don’t remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.

The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter’s head make me very upset.

I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I’ll wake up to see him staring at me.


If you want moar, watch EverymanHYBRID and MarbleHornets on Youtube, and search Slender man up.
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28 Jul 2011 02:39 AM
@ICantThinkOfName

Seriously, the mario creepypasta isn't that scary at all.
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