The Creepypasta Effect



This is my first time ever writing a Creepypasta and I must say...it isn’t easy. If you thought the Creepypastas you’ve read before were scary then imagine all the terrifying shock and fear the authors of such stories had to go through just to even think of an idea scary enough for the reader and then type it up let alone complete it. That is why today I have decided to make my own Creepypasta about the horrific event I had to endure just so that I too could tell the whole world my story.



 Now before we begin I would like to let you know a little something about myself. The most important thing you need to know about me other than my name, which you may never find out, is that I am a lucid dreamer. Now what I mean by that is when I become aware that I am indeed dreaming I learn to control my dreams. Also whenever I have a dream that I wish to remember or if there was a certain sign I saw in it I have a little dream journal beside my bed waiting for me to write in it that way I can keep track of my dreams so I don’t end up forgetting any little detail 10 minutes later. The thing about my dreams however is that unlike other people’s dreams mine aren’t exactly...random. Each and everyone of my dreams always has a particular setting all throughout and isn’t ever a one moment you’re hear and in the next you’re somewhere else situation. My dreams always seem so realistic even though they shouldn’t be which makes it very difficult for me to make myself realize whatever is happening is just a dream. Oh and for the record as sick as this sounds I quite enjoy watching almost any moron’s intestines being spilled from their bodies and then gazing at their blood gushing out and saturating absolutely everything in sight. Thus the victim gets his punishment for all of the utterly idiotic decisions he has made and suffers his slow and painful, yet most deserving death. Of course as long as it’s happening inside a slasher film or any piece of fiction for that matter. Believe me I’m not that psychopathic. Though the idea of horror itself and what it can really do to a person emotionally, mentally, socially, and sometimes even physically is just so fascinating to me yet so nerve wracking at the same time.



 Yesterday I happened to stumble upon MrCreepyPasta’s videos on YouTube and after watching a good amount of them...well...lets just say I became hungry for a satisfying dish of Creepypasta. I logged onto the website to see what other great stories were there that I happened to miss. I found a variety of very entertaining and indeed frightening stories that I somehow managed to overlook. Such as Red Mist, Squidward’s Suicide, Candle Cove, the list goes on and on. All of these legends and folklores seemed so interesting that I too decided to write one for myself so that I could someday be up there with the greats. The only question I had a hard time answering was...about what exactly?! I stayed up until two o’clock in the morning hoping an idea would soon enough pop into my head until making the decision to go to sleep and maybe just maybe the story would come to me in the morning. I laid in my bed and fell asleep only to wake up a few moments later in a forest in the dark all alone and all that could be heard was the sound of crickets in the night.



 The erie atmosphere made me hesitant to scream or yell for help. Luckily I happened to notice a flashlight laying right beside my right shoe. I grabbed the flash light and as I turned it on I accidentally shined it on a few letters traced into the dirt. I read the letters aloud but softly still trying to remain unheard by anything inhabiting the area that could be considered dangerous. “F-I-N-D...find? Find what?” Unfortunately the rest of the message was brushed away due to the fact I was sleeping on it for god knows how long. Even though my objective or reason for me to be in a place such as a forest during the night time couldn’t be clarified I ventured forward anyway praying to myself that the first thing I find would be the exit.



 Approximately 4 minutes later I bumped into what I believed to be a really skinny tree until shining my flashlight on it revealing a being with extremely long and thin limbs. He appeared to have four to eight long, black tentacles expanding from his back. Also not to mention the suit and tie he wore which were both darker than any shade of black I have ever seen. His head shot down at me as soon as the spotlight from my flashlight shined on him. I attempted to run only to be tripped and captured by one of his tentacles. As he pulled me in closer and closer, most likely planning in his head how he will prepare his next dinner, I quickly grabbed a rock and threw it straight at his face which caused him to retract his tentacles and set me free. I looked behind me as I was running aimlessly away from him watching as his eyes turned a fiery red and his mouth opened up letting out a screech more terrifying than a banshee. My actions released a more furious, rage filled side of him and I had just made his list. Nonetheless I continued running for my life knowing he was still on my tail, but when I looked back again he mysteriously disappeared. I stopped in my tracks and I just kept staring at the same spot he was in before wondering where it was he had gone. It was then I felt a shiver go down my spine, but then I realized it wasn’t a shiver as I turned around...and there he was. Slowly wrapping his tentacles around me like a boa constrictor would wrap itself around its prey. I was too petrified to even move at this point as he lifted me off the ground and started to squeeze me with all of his power. I felt like my body would’ve exploded under all the pressure and I wouldn’t be anything but a pile of blood and guts. For about 30 seconds his red glowing eyes stared into my soul as if he was sneaking his way inside. I tried to close my eyes but the red glow from them pierced their way through my own eyelids. I kept hearing loud cracks every seven seconds but I couldn’t feel anything but an isolation from oxygen so I didn’t know where they were coming from. He continued to choke me until my face turned blue which was when he released me and I fell to the ground. Trying to get up and crawl away somewhere safe I realized I was completely immobile. The loud cracks I kept hearing were my own bones. I guess I was too distracted with the fact I was slowly losing air that I didn’t even notice. There was nothing I could do then as I was picked up by my head, wrapped up with his tentacles once again, and soon enough I just blacked out.



I later regained consciousness and sensed that I was no longer in the forest, but instead in a room sitting on a wooden chair. I say sensed because I couldn’t see my surroundings. Not because the room was too dark...but because I had no eyes. My guess is that they popped out of my sockets and that fiend decided he wasn’t in the mood for a meal, but instead just a quick little snack. Suddenly I began to hear the sound of a little girl sobbing to herself in the corner of the same room I was in. I tried to get up and help her but I remembered I was still immobile. I instead shouted to where the crying was coming from. “Are you okay?” I asked and that was when everything went silent. All of a sudden I saw a pair of glowing eyes piercing through my empty eye sockets. For a minute I thought that slender monstrosity was back to finish what he had started, but the glow on these eyes were white instead of red. Whatever it was it screamed at the top of its lungs and lunged at me. It started scratching furiously at my face but once again I was too busy worrying about keeping this thing from mangling my face more than it most likely was by then to even feel the pain. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t seem to get the beast off of me. It was as if the rage inside of it had the same effect as steroids did when injected into the user. I found the thought of that kind of weird because the critter felt very bony and skinny. In fact I would say his body shaped resembled Gollum from L.O.T.R. Eventually it stopped scratching me and began to try and pry my mouth open until it snapped like a reverse bear trap. My body mysteriously became mobile again and my reflexes kicked in as I punted the monster right in the stomach and bit its own fingers off. I spit the fingers out of my mouth and proceeded to pick up the brute trying to escape from the clutches of my bare hands. I pinned it to a wall and I socked him in the face which knocked him out causing him to fall to the floor once I let him go. That was when I did something I thought I would never do even in a situation like the one I was in. I ripped both of his eyes out and stuck them in my own eye sockets. I had no idea as to why I did this but as goofy as it sounds...it ended up restoring my eyesight again.



I felt around the room for the flashlight until I finally found it and shined it on a looseleaf paper taped onto the same wall I placed the corpse of the unidentified being. As I walk over to the wall I trip over the dead body of another creature half bird half human with a blood dried skull. It looked to be the Seedeater a bird-human creature which roams around forests to stalk and abduct children. Maybe he thought the beastie was a little girl as well due to the sound it made and of course he met his demise. Anyways back to the looseleaf. I ripped the paper off the wall as it read SPREAD THE WORD! Wondering what this meant I found a photograph attached to the paper of a Siberian husky, but this wasn’t your average canine. It had a very wide grin with two rows of very white, very straight, very sharp, and very human-looking teeth. A message was written in marker below the photo and it read ''SMILE!! GOD LOVES YOU! ''Next thing you know I hear the sound of...licking. I dropped the looseleaf onto the ground and in front of me I saw it licking the flesh off of the Seedeater’s corpse. “Don’t make any sudden movements.” I said to myself trying to be as quite as possible so the wild thing wouldn’t sense my presence. Ironically that was what made the mongrel notice me as it began to stare at me with those satanic eyes of his. The demonic animal jumped at me, but in that exact second...I woke up.



 It all turned out to be nothing but a nightmare. I frantically looked left and right inside my room to assure myself that I was safe. It was four o’clock in the morning so I decided to go back to sleep. I opened my eyes one more time out of curiosity...big mistake. I was staring face to face with a man who wore a black hoodie along with a dark blue mask. No nose, no mouth, but what was truly horrifying about him was he had no eyes. Just empty sockets. If you wanted you could’ve probably stared into his soul assuming that wasn’t empty as well. Before I could do anything he quickly jumped onto my bed and began to strangle me. Though the fight was short lived as I kicked him so hard he crashed into my television set and died of electrocution. Knowing he wouldn’t be dead for too long, because almost every single creature like him never really is, I picked up his surprisingly very heavy body and through him out the window hoping he would find another victim. Perhaps my neighbors or that socially awkward family across the street, but then I realized something. My window was already opened, but it was closed when I went to sleep.



 “What’s wrong? Did that bad man wake you up?” I heard the voice of a mad man behind me. I turned around and it was then I saw a man with lips covered in blood. A white face, not pale like that tall man’s face, pure white...as if it was bleached. Oh and his hair...his hair was darker than my own shadow. “WHAT THE HELL?! HOW DID YOU GET INTO MY HOUSE?!” I asked frightened but demanding an answer. He didn’t say or do anything but stare at me for awhile. I wanted to say something, but at this point I was too scared to even cough or sneeze believing that the moment I did it would be my last. He noticed I was slowly falling back to sleep so he finally spoke. “Shhhh...it’s alright. Just go back to sleep.” I immediately woke up as soon as he said that...but it was already too late. I tried swinging at him with my fist but he ducked and socked me square in the face. I collapsed as he hovered over me and said “You shouldn’t have done that.” Out of nowhere I notice a girl who resembled the man who was above me, yet for whatever reason wasn’t creeping towards me, but instead him. I guess the look on my face when I saw her gave it away as he turned around and stabbed her directly in the heart.

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<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:12.0pxHelvetica"> “Haha what a stupid girl you are Jane. You just never knew who you were going up against.” At that moment my body was filled with nothing but fear. As the man went to stab me I grabbed his arm and did everything I could to keep it from even touching my skin. All of a sudden...I heard someone crying. The murderous psycho was too persistent to even worry about it as I looked around the room to find no one else in sight. That was until I noticed what was on my computer screen. Squidward Tentacles from Spongebob Squarepants. Though I couldn’t help but notice something odd about him. The crying was definitely coming from the monitor but there was no animation at all. Just his big bluish greenish head but his eyes were hyper realistically red with blood slowly trickling out of them so real that it looked as if you would stain your fingers if you were to touch them. He kept repeating the same thing over and over again. “Do it...Do it...Do It!” The sound of his voice gradually became louder as Squidward’s face came closer and closer. Eventually his head got so close that it literally left my computer screen. Right there was when time froze everything except me and Squidward. Even the mysterious psychopath was frozen.

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<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:12.0pxHelvetica"> Squidward’s request turned from soft but erie whispers...into loud and aggressive yelling. “DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!” Next thing you know I saw a gun right next to me. I knew what he wanted me to do, and honestly after everything I have been through that night...I didn’t hesitate whatsoever. I picked up the pistol, cocked it back, and once I pulled the trigger...it was all over.

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<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:12.0pxHelvetica"> “Brandon wake up honey you’re gonna be late for your acting camp.” My mom said as I made a quick scan of my room and even pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t still dreaming. I was finally wide awake. “Um actually mom if it’s okay with you I would like to skip a day. Preferably today.” Without asking why she said “Okay then I’ll let you get some more sleep my dear.” As soon as my mother left I quickly began to write in my dream journal about everything that happened to me in the nightmare I had endured. Now do you finally see what happens to people like me who try to write a Creepypasta story? If you don’t believe me for whatever reason, then I dare you to write your own Creepypasta or at least think of an idea for a Creepypasta whether if it’s based off a true story or if it’s merely imagination at its best. Just so you too can feel all the fear, shock, terror, and pure horror...that I felt that night. Go ahead. Do it. What’s stopping you? Brandon Mollica (talk) 18:54, August 5, 2013 (UTC)