Background- I don't remember how or why this came into existence but I think it was an attempt at a Creepy Pasta or whatever for class. Never did finish it, not reading it even as I post it. Should consider going back through it sometime I suppose.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTDzw2Bhrxd
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9:00 PM
"Slish, slash, twist and flick, little childrens singing their songs, all day long, little Children sing, sing of weeping flowers, all the hour" goes this one song on this old record. They say that when someone listens to this record alone at night, something happens to them. People are found hung by a chain from the ceiling, self mutilated, or just plain shot. They say the song drives you mad, seeing something in the middle of the night haunting you, in their journals, how it drives them mad. Police call it madness and dismiss it, I intend to find out for myself, so I prepared a journal.
The song continues on and on, almost never ending as I wait for the next. Three minutes go by and at last I hear the song I want, Slendering Children. "pah pah pah pah pah, children all asleep in their little beds. All asleep for Mr. I can't believe what I hear, a song about some demon stealing children for rape? The song bursts into static so I turn off the record finally, unable to hear it anymore, maybe I will try again later. As I turn it off, I realize I must have left a window open as a cold breeze passes by my neck, strange to say the least as it is august right now, our warmest month of the year.
9:08 PM
Having had enough of that, I now prepare to retire to bed, deciding to leave the window be till morn. Walking into my room, I felt... something? It felt as though something were starring right at me but from where? I live alone without any animals, my house has only one window. I ignore it and glanced at my Nintendo 64 with a smile, figuring I might as well play a game or two before bed. I walked over to the console, still smiling as I picked up my favorite game, Super Mario 64. I threw the game down with a scream as I looked at the cover. Closing my eyes and rubbing them, I looked again, my imagination?
I had thought I saw myself on the cover with my throat slit but when I looked again, it was the simple cover. "That creepy pasta about Mr. E must have gotten to me." I said. I continued to put the game in and turned on the console. Ironicly I wanted to play a horror mission but one of my favorites, Big Boo's Merry-Go-Round.at Big Boo's Haunt. I started the mission as I normally do, running for the mansion to dive down. The music played as normal, up until I hit the water. A creepier version of the merry go round music began, slower.
I ignored it at first, this game being very old and probably bugging up. It was now that I noticed that the game was going slower, slower loading speed? I turned the console off and tried again. This time everything was normal and I kept playing my mission, killing those stupid ghosts with a cheer for every one I got. Once I finished the mission, I turn off the console again but this time, I thought my eyes were broken again, two beady red eyes were starring out at me. I looked back at my bed and then back to the TV, no longer seeing them. I of course shrugged it off, not wanting to even think about it, I retired to bed.
10:35 PM
I began tossing and turning, for some reason finding myself unable to sleep. Warm milk usually does the trick so I sat up tiredly and began to walk to my light switch. When I turned it on, I noticed instantly that the lights did not turn on. Shrugging, I guessed that perhaps the lights were just out and began to walk out of my room and towards my stairs. I looked to my right into an empty room, it having been over a year since my family died in a car crash, having not been along, I lived which I have always regretted.
I reached the stairs but once again felt a presence, something from behind perhaps? I looked back and saw movement quickly. "Hello?" I called out. Once more, my imagination. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Darkness, as these lights would not turn on either, a power outage? No warm milk that meant but decided to have some regardless. I shivered again as I opened the fridge to grab the milk. No light in the fridge but it was still running, weird.
Now I started to notice something was up, as I starred forward, I could swear that I saw a tenticle. I looked into the room but saw nothing. Something must be up, I thought to myself as I opened the milk. I gagged at what I smelled, it smelt like rotting flesh. I looked at the milk and dropped it with a scream. The milk, scarlett red and thick like blood splashed out as it hit the ground. I landed on my butt and looked again, just milk? I sighed and cleaned up my mess, no longer in the mood for milk.
10:45 PM
I walked back towards the stairs, now feeling a bit freaked out. Perhaps that song and the Creepy Pasta that went with it was getting to me somehow? Probably, it couldn't possibly be real, Mr E is just a legend that goes with the song, nothing real about it. As I reached my room I immediately jumped on my bed, shaking slightly. I blinked and began to close my eyes, till I heard a moan. I shot up and froze with fear, one of my coats was moving on its own it looked like, almost with life. I grabbed my flash light I just remembered like an idiot and pointed it at the coat, I turned it on and saw nothing but the coat and my fan making it move. With another sigh, I lied down and closed my eyes. I lay there for about a minute till I felt the presence of someone else in the same bed, perhaps it was my girl friend Cassey doing this to me "Nice try Cassey but I'm not scared." I opened my eyes and froze as thick, black, creepy eyes laid next to me. A huge mouth opened with a roar, making me scream once more.
I shot up, sitting up in my bed, looking around I saw nothing once more. The clock was on and said it was eleven o'clock. I sighed, "No more reading Creepy Pastas and stuff before bed." I thought that was the end of it but... I was dead wrong.
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