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Even though I haven't written a Creepypasta before, I might as well give it a try 

One day in University (because all pokemon creepy pastas are written by guys in university who buy hacked versions of the game) I wanted to feel the nostalgia of playing Pokemon Green again. By luck, while wondering down the street, a mysterious shaman was having a yard sale, and I spotted a copy of Pokemon Green. He gave it to me for only a dollar. After meeting up with my girlfriend who is totally real, I went home and locked myself in the room and shut off all the lights and hid under my bed to play it. The game turned on, but there was only eerie silence when music was supposed to be playing. Then I realized my volume was turned down so yeah. There was a file named 'Play me', so I decided to do so. The screen flashed on and I was in Lavender Town. The person who played the game before, whom I automatically assume is a little kid who isn't a hacker at all, had all 5 legendary birds, I could hardly believe it. I beat the game with my ridiculously overpowered team in a few hours and then all of my friends died.

What exactly is a creepypasta? .-.

Are they basically just creepy stories? Is there some special part of them that makes them unique?

I feel like a noob.

webgal15 wrote:

What exactly is a creepypasta? .-.

Are they basically just creepy stories? Is there some special part of them that makes them unique?

I feel like a noob.

A creepypasta is a story posted on the Internet, most commonly on messageboards and forums, meant to frighten and unnerve the reader. They can be about a lot of things, like supernatural things. The most common creepypastas you will find out there are video game ones, where strange things happen in video games. They're actually quite fun to read and write.

I've never written one before, but i'll give it a shot.
My first creepypasta! Probably even the first story I've written, so forgive me if it's too short.

Pokemon Diamond was getting too easy for me, so I decided to dig out my old cartridge of Fire Red. I put it in the GBA slot of my DS and turned it on(my younger cousin sister broke my GBA, she threw it out of a window in a fit when she was angry with me). As usual, I skipped past the intro of the Nidorino and Gengar fighting, and kept pressing start.

But one thing surprised me. It said the six words I hated-
'The save file has been deleted....'. I was like, 'What the?'
But anyways I started a new save file. I skipped through Oak's blabbering and named my trainer 'xboxfan', and my rival simply 'Rival'. When I got to the point where  I chose a pokemon, inside Oak's pokeballs were the fully evolved forms of all starters!

Happy I got Charizard early in the game, I didn't pay much attention. After choosing it, and starting the battle with my stupid rival, I saw that my Charizard was only lvl 5! Also, it had only one attack: Execute. I new that there was no such attack, and my elder broher must've hacked the game. So anyway, I used it.

The background turned totally black, and I watched in horror as my Charizard disappeared and there was an attack animation of Rival's Blastoise's head slowly being chopped off by a blade... and then the Blastoise blinked for some time and vanished...

The message that came was- FOE'S BLASTOISE HAS BEEN EXECUTED.

From now, the text in all message boxes was blood red.I went into some grass, caught a Pidgey and immediately went to Viridian City. At the Pokemon Center, I tried to free the Charizard. But when I clicked release, the PC automatically closed and a message box popped up saying, 'Charizard used Destiny Bond!'

What? It didn't have Destiny Bond. How could it use it? It re-opened the box, and said, Charizard was released!

Whew.

'Charizard took xboxfan with it!'

Then the screen faded to black.

There was an animation of me falling into a room like the one you see Groudon in. My sprite was totally white and my eyes were red. In place of the Groudon, there was Charizard.

'Charizard used Execute!'

I smashed my DS.

Benny and I loved to have fun by getting creeped out. We were always watching horror movies and staying in old houses.
Then one day the high schoolers invited us to "the initiation". It was an old shack. Benny and I, we'd stayed in places like that before, so no big deal. Then they took us to the fireplace. One high schooler told us the story of the fireplace.
"Every year, we convince one brave idiot to sleep in the fireplace. Not one has ever been found again. Because we've all done the initiation but you two, you two will be sleeping in this room. We'll be upstairs. Who wants to sleep in the fireplace?"
We both raised our hands.
"All right, we'll flip a coin. Heads or tails?" "Tails," I said. "Heads," said Benny gleefully. He picked up his sleeping bag. "Uh uh uh," said the high schooler. "You have to sleep on the floor." Benny went to sit down. "Ew, it's all sooty." "Oh, that's not soot. It's dried blood. Every time we can't find someone, there's always a drop of blood on the floor. Every year, another drop for each person drops down. It's added up."
Then the high schoolers went upstairs.
We laid down and went straight to sleep. We weren't scared.
The next morning, I got up around 7:30. Benny wasn't there. I woke up the high schoolers. They just went down to the fireplace. They pointed at the floor.
There were four drops of blood on the floor.

Once I looked out my window and saw myself looking out the window.

Then I realized I was outside the window looking in at myself.

Then I realized I wasn't myself, I was THOR, NORSE GOD OF THUNDER.

The end.

Last edited by Kileymeister (2011-01-31 20:07:23)

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MiffinTheMuffin wrote:

My new one:

I was walking.

Then I saw the anchor.

It was an evil anchor.

It killed my father.

The end!

What color was the- *blam!*
...
New Story:

   I always thought I was a pretty brave guy.  I never had any real fears, and nothing seemed to scare me.  Death?  Pfft.  Torture? Please.  I was braver than that.
That all changed on a seemingly normal day when I was walking to school, out of nowhere I hear a whooshing noise and something blunt hit me in the back of my head, knocking me unconscious.
   I wake up in a room like no other.  No windows, no doors, no anything really.  Except in one corner.  A corner filled with the most incomparable darkness.  I stood, transfixed, trying to make out if anything was in there.  Suddenly, movement.  The shadow ripples, and seems to grow.  I scream and back into the far corner, staring.  Something was in there.  I just knew.  Something prepared to do something awful to me, I don't know what.  My fear rises exponentially.  I sit, paralyzed, terrified the shadow will grow and engulf me.
   To this day I sit there, unsure whether what I fear is in the shadow, or the shadow itself.  Sometimes it seems to grow, terrifying me, or shrink, taunting me, luring me into false-confidence.  I can't tear my eyes away.  I can't stop the screaming pouring from my lips, so loud it hurts my ears and throat.
    I'm writing this to the wall on my side to ensure my rescuer that I still have my sanity, it is just hidden by my immense fear of the shadow in the corner.  I can't move until it's gone.
    Or I'm gone.

Geez, that was darker than I realized until I re-read it.  Doesn't seem to have a cause or moral either.  Stupid story.

Last edited by Kileymeister (2011-01-31 20:51:04)

Kileymeister wrote:

MiffinTheMuffin wrote:

My new one:

I was walking.

Then I saw the anchor.

It was an evil anchor.

It killed my father.

The end!

What color was the- *blam!*

It killed him with a shark. It was more of a *shred*.

Kileymeister wrote:

MiffinTheMuffin wrote:

Kileymeister wrote:

What color was the- *blam!*

It killed him with a shark. It was more of a *shred*.

No, I meant what col- *blam!*

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.
It was s-*blam!*

bananaman114 wrote:

The only thing in the room was a corner? Wouldn't that mean that the the room wasn't a room at all, but mearly an open corner. Or, there was a strange and random corner in the middle of the room.. 

Fine, "in one corner" instead of "a corner".  I dunno, it's just a story I actually wrote a while ago twisted into creepy nonesense.  I just hadn't realized how much nonsense until I re-read it.

Last edited by Kileymeister (2011-01-31 20:55:45)