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Lilcat22 wrote:

smile dog

Smile.dog’s story consists of a classic horror set-up – an amateur writer visits the house of a lady who supposedly has a story for which he can borrow from. Rather than speak, however, the lady has locked herself up in her room, crying and ranting about nightmares and visions and various other problems. All of these center around a floppy disk she had been given that contain the image smile.jpg – which is smile.dog. Other cases of this have cropped up…

Viewing this image incites insanity, and no copy of the exact image exists on the web though likenesses of it do. The true image of smile.jpg is recognized due to the effect it has on the viewer – that is, they wind up dead. Attaching the file – that is, spreading the word, is the only way to save oneself from the smile.dog that appears in one’s dreams demanding to spread the word. Some say that the original legend began with an image of the devil.



I first met in person with Mary E. in the summer of 2007. I had arranged with her husband of fifteen years, Terence, to see her for an interview. Mary had initially agreed, since I was not a newsman but rather an amateur writer gathering information for a few early college assignments and, if all went according to plan, some pieces of fiction. We scheduled the interview for a particular weekend when I was in Chicago on unrelated business, but at the last moment Mary changed her mind and locked herself in the couple’s bedroom, refusing to meet with me. For half an hour I sat with Terence as we camped outside the bedroom door, I listening and taking notes while he attempted fruitlessly to calm his wife.
The things Mary said made little sense but fit with the pattern I was expecting: though I could not see her, I could tell from her voice that she was crying, and more often than not her objections to speaking with me centered around an incoherent diatribe on her dreams — her nightmares. Terence apologized profusely when we ceased the exercise, and I did my best to take it in stride; recall that I wasn’t a reporter in search of a story, but merely a curious young man in search of information. Besides, I thought at the time, I could perhaps find another, similar case if I put my mind and resources to it.Digitally enhanced version of the original smile dog image. It is unknown if this version causes mental defects. View at your own risk.
Added by TheSpah

Mary E. was the sysop for a small Chicago-based Bulletin Board System in 1992 when she first encountered smile.jpg and her life changed forever. She and Terence had been married for only five months. Mary was one of an estimated 400 people who saw the image when it was posted as a hyperlink on the BBS, though she is the only one who has spoken openly about the experience. The rest have remained anonymous, or are perhaps dead.

In 2005, when I was only in tenth grade, smile.jpg was first brought to my attention by my burgeoning interest in web-based phenomena; Mary was the most often cited victim of what is sometimes referred to as “Smile.dog,” the being smile.jpg is reputed to display. What caught my interest (other than the obvious macabre elements of the cyber-legend and my proclivity toward such things) was the sheer lack of information, usually to the point that people don’t believe it even exists other than as a rumor or hoax.
It is unique because, though the entire phenomenon centers on a picture file, that file is nowhere The most well-known picture of smiledog. Even though it is not the "real" image, this is the one most often used.
Added by ClericofMadness
to be found on the internet; certainly many photomanipulated simulacra litter the web, showing up with the most frequency on sites such as the imageboard 4chan, particularly the /x/-focused paranormal subboard. It is suspected these are fakes because they do not have the effect the true smile.jpg is believed to have, namely sudden onset temporal lobe epilepsy and acute anxiety.
This purported reaction in the viewer is one of the reasons the phantom-like smile.jpg is regarded with such disdain, since it is patently absurd, though depending on whom you ask the reluctance to acknowledge smile.jpg’s existence might be just as much out of fear as it is out of disbelief. Neither smile.jpg nor Smile.dog is mentioned anywhere on Wikipedia, though the website features articles on such other, perhaps more scandalous shocksites as ****** (hello.jpg) or 2girls1cup; any attempt to create a page pertaining to smile.jpg is summarily deleted by any of the encyclopedia’s many admins.
Encounters with smile.jpg are the stuff of internet legend. Mary E.’s story is not unique; there are unverified rumors of smile.jpg showing up in the early days of Usenet and even one persistent tale that in 2002 a hacker flooded the forums of humor and satire website Something Awful with a deluge of Smile.dog pictures, rendering almost half the forum’s users at the time epileptic. Another version of Smile.Dog
Added by XanCrews

It is also said that in the mid-to-late 90s that smile.jpg circulated on usenet and as an attachment of a chain email with the subject line “SMILE!! GOD LOVES YOU!” Yet despite the huge exposure these stunts would generate, there are very few people who admit to having experienced any of them and no trace of the file or any link has ever been discovered.

Those who claim to have seen smile.jpg often weakly joke that they were far too busy to save a copy of the picture to their hard drive. However, all alleged victims offer the same description of the photo: A dog-like creature (usually described as appearing similar to a Siberian husky), illuminated by the flash of the camera, sits in a dim room, the only background detail that is visible being a human hand extending from the darkness near the left side of the frame. The hand is empty, but is usually described as “beckoning.” Of course, most attention is given to the dog (or dog-creature, as some victims are more certain than others about what they claim to have seen). The muzzle of the beast is reputedly split in a wide grin, revealing two rows of very white, very straight, very sharp, very human-looking teeth.
This is, of course, not a description given immediately after viewing the picture, but rather a recollection of the victims, who claim to have seen the picture endlessly repeated in their mind’s eye during the time A re-imagination of the original image
Added by Bushcraft Medic
they are, in reality, having epileptic fits. These fits are reported to continue indeterminably, often while the victims sleep, resulting in very vivid and disturbing nightmares. These may be treated with medication, though in someses it is more effective than others.
Mary E., I assumed, was not on effective medication. That was why after my visit to her apartment in 2007 I sent out feelers to several folklore- and urban legend-oriented newsgroups, websites, and mailing lists, hoping to find the name of a supposed victim of smile.jpg who felt more interested in talking about his experiences. For a time nothing happened and at length I forgot completely about my pursuits, since I had begun my freshman year of college and was quite busy. Mary contacted me via email, however, near the beginning of March 2008.
To: jml@****.com
From: marye@****.net
Subj: Last summer’s interview

Dear Mr. L.,

I am incredibly sorry about my behavior last summer when you came to interview me. I hope you understand that it was no fault of yours, but rather my own problems that led me to act out as I did. I realized that I could have handled the situation more decorously; however, I hope you will forgive me. At the time, I was afraid.

You see, for fifteen years I have been haunted by smile.jpg. Smile.dog comes to me in my sleep every night. I know that sounds silly, but it is true. There is an ineffable quality about my dreams, my nightmares, that makes them completely unlike any real dreams I have ever had. I do not move and do not speak. I simply look ahead, and the only thing ahead of me is the scene from that horrible picture. I see the beckoning hand, and I see Smile.dog. It talks to me.
It is not a dog, of course, though I am not quite sure what it really is. It tells me it will leave me alone if only I do as it asks. All I must do, it says, is “spread the word.” That is how it phrases its demands. And I know exactly what it means: it wants me to show it to someone else.

And I could. The week after my incident I received in the mail a manila envelope with no return address. Inside was only a 3 ½ -inch floppy diskette. Without having to check, I knew precisely what was on it.
I thought for a long time about my options. I could show it to a stranger, a coworker… I could even show it to Terence, as much as the idea disgusted me. And what would happen then? Well, if Smile.dog kept its word I could sleep. Yet if it lied, what would I do? And who was to say something worse would not come for me if I did as the creature asked?
So I did nothing for fifteen years, though I kept the diskette hidden amongst my things. Every night for fifteen years Smile.dog has come to me in my sleep and demanded that I spread the word. For fifteen years I have stood strong, though there have been hard times. Many of my fellow victims on the BBS board where I first encountered smile.jpg stopped posting; I heard some of them committed suicide. Others remained completely silent, simply disappearing off the face of the web. They are the ones I worry about the most.
I sincerely hope you will forgive me, Mr. L., but last summer when you contacted me and my husband about an interview I was near the breaking point. I decided I was going to give you the floppy diskette. I did not care if Smile.dog was lying or not, I wanted it to end. You were a stranger, someone I had no connection with, and I thought I would not feel sorrow when you took the diskette as part of your research and sealed your fate.
Before you arrived I realized what I was doing: was plotting to ruin your life. I could not stand the thought, and in fact I still cannot. I am ashamed, Mr. L., and I hope that this warning will dissuade you from further investigation of smile.jpg. You may in time encounter someone who is, if not weaker than I, then wholly more depraved, someone who will not hesitate to follow Smile.dog’s orders.

Stop while you are still whole.

Sincerely,
Mary E.

Terence contacted me later that month with the news that his wife had killed herself. While cleaning up the various things she’d left behind, closing email accounts and the like, he happened upon the above message. He was a man in shambles; he wept as he told me to listen to his wife’s advice. He’d found the diskette, he revealed, and burned it until it was nothing but a stinking pile of blackened plastic. The part that most disturbed him, however, was how the diskette had hissed as it melted. Like some sort of animal, he said.

I will admit that I was a little uncertain about how to respond to this. At first I thought perhaps it was a joke, with the couple belatedly playing with the situation in order to get a rise out of me. A quick check of several Chicago newspapers’ online obituaries, however, proved that Mary E. was indeed dead. There was, of course, no mention of suicide in the article. I decided that, for a time at least, I would not further pursue the subject of smile.jpg, especially since I had finals coming up at the end of May.
But the world has odd ways of testing us. Almost a full year after I’d returned from my disastrous interview with Mary E., I received another email:

To: jml@****.com
From: elzahir82@****.com
Subj: smile

Hello

I found your e-mail adress thru a mailing list your profile said you are interested in smiledog. I have saw it it is not as bad as every one says I have sent it to you here. Just spreading the word.

(:

The final line chilled me to the bone.
This was the image included with the original creepypasta.
Added by Renzilla
According to my email client there was one file attachment called, naturally, smile.jpg. I considered downloading it for some time. It was mostly likely a fake, I imagined, and even if it weren’t I was never wholly convinced of smile.jpg’s peculiar powers. Mary E.’s account had shaken me, yes, but she was probably mentally unbalanced anyway. After all, how could a simple image do what smile.jpg was said to accomplish? What sort of creature was it that could break one’s mind with only the power of the eye?
And if such things were patently absurd, then why did the legend exist at all?
If I downloaded the image, if I looked at it, and if Mary turned out to be correct, if Smile.dog came to me in my dreams demanding I spread the word, what would I do? Would I live my life as Mary had, fighting against the urge to give in until I died? Or would I simply spread the word, eager to be put to rest? And if I chose the latter route, how could I do it? Whom would I burden in turn?

If I went through with my earlier intention to write a short article about smile.jpg, I decided, I could attach it as evidence. And anyone who read the article, anyone who took interest, would be affected. And even assuming the smile.jpg attached to the email was genuine, would I be capricious enough to save myself in that manner?


Could I spread the word?

Yes, yes I could.
_______________________
oh yeah! im playin it cool!   

I have liked SMILEDOG for a long time. Even if this is fake, I very much like SMILE. I guess the real dog's owner must be quite sad though.

weegeeissparta wrote:

Fine. My creepypasta. It will be TERRIBLE. Logic, Sparta? Oh, I had my friend think of this and write it. Problem, Scratch?

This was it. I was going to FINALLY beat Sonic Generations, with one life left. I had lost several lives on that boss battle, and I'm almost done with it. I just smiled with glee. I was so immersed in my game, and I didn't noticed my mother calling me into the kitchen. She called again, and I heard. I dropped the controller (well, there goes my hard work) and ran into the kitchen. There, by the oven, my mom was standing, holding a tape. "You're dad sent me this." she said, handing me the tape. "Thanks mom!" I sad, running to my room. I put it in my tape player (I have to idea what it's accualy called), and hit play. I anxiously waited for it to start. After almost 30 seconds of waiting, the tape started. It was a shot of my dad at the fire department. (My dad is fireman, BTW) His cell phone started ringing, and Dad answered. I strained my ears the hear what the guy on the other line. I only heard "There is a fire at the adress" then i couldn't hear the adress. Well, I guess the man hung up, becaue my dad put the phone down. He hopped into a fire truck, and drove to the adress. It was weird because firefighters usualy went in groups of 3 or more. Well, he arrived at a normal-sized house. No fire. Weird. He went inside to ask if somebody had prank called him. All there was inside were almost endless hallways, with a wooden door at each end. It looked WAY bigger than it did on the outside. Oh well. And, seemingly out of nowhere, a tall man burst out of a door next to dad. He turned to face dad, and wasn't surprised a bit to see him. "There's no fire here." dad said, with a puzzled expression. The man seemed to pay no attention to him. All he said was "Come. I will guid you to you're "fire" he said, making finger quotes on the word "fire". The man led my dad to a small door, and the pulled it open. "In." he said, shoving dad into what looked like an elevator with wooden walls. The man also crept into the elevator. "RAISE THE ELEVATOR!" the man screamed at nothing in preticular. The elevator began to rise. I guessed it was one of those really old elevators that had somebody pull a rope connected to it, and it worked like a pullley. Soon, the man kicked open the doors to the elevator, and shoved Dad out.
"Go to that red door. Then open it." the man said

"Will the fire be there?"

"OPEN THE DOOR!"

"Okay, okay!"

Dad walked down a hallway, to a red door. Just as the man had said he opened it. What I saw scared the living crud out of me.

NOT DONE

When you said, What I saw scared the living **** out of me, I thought, your poop is alive?

BOBBYBOB3 wrote:

weegeeissparta wrote:

Fine. My creepypasta. It will be TERRIBLE. Logic, Sparta? Oh, I had my friend think of this and write it. Problem, Scratch?

This was it. I was going to FINALLY beat Sonic Generations, with one life left. I had lost several lives on that boss battle, and I'm almost done with it. I just smiled with glee. I was so immersed in my game, and I didn't noticed my mother calling me into the kitchen. She called again, and I heard. I dropped the controller (well, there goes my hard work) and ran into the kitchen. There, by the oven, my mom was standing, holding a tape. "You're dad sent me this." she said, handing me the tape. "Thanks mom!" I sad, running to my room. I put it in my tape player (I have to idea what it's accualy called), and hit play. I anxiously waited for it to start. After almost 30 seconds of waiting, the tape started. It was a shot of my dad at the fire department. (My dad is fireman, BTW) His cell phone started ringing, and Dad answered. I strained my ears the hear what the guy on the other line. I only heard "There is a fire at the adress" then i couldn't hear the adress. Well, I guess the man hung up, becaue my dad put the phone down. He hopped into a fire truck, and drove to the adress. It was weird because firefighters usualy went in groups of 3 or more. Well, he arrived at a normal-sized house. No fire. Weird. He went inside to ask if somebody had prank called him. All there was inside were almost endless hallways, with a wooden door at each end. It looked WAY bigger than it did on the outside. Oh well. And, seemingly out of nowhere, a tall man burst out of a door next to dad. He turned to face dad, and wasn't surprised a bit to see him. "There's no fire here." dad said, with a puzzled expression. The man seemed to pay no attention to him. All he said was "Come. I will guid you to you're "fire" he said, making finger quotes on the word "fire". The man led my dad to a small door, and the pulled it open. "In." he said, shoving dad into what looked like an elevator with wooden walls. The man also crept into the elevator. "RAISE THE ELEVATOR!" the man screamed at nothing in preticular. The elevator began to rise. I guessed it was one of those really old elevators that had somebody pull a rope connected to it, and it worked like a pullley. Soon, the man kicked open the doors to the elevator, and shoved Dad out.
"Go to that red door. Then open it." the man said

"Will the fire be there?"

"OPEN THE DOOR!"

"Okay, okay!"

Dad walked down a hallway, to a red door. Just as the man had said he opened it. What I saw scared the living crud out of me.

NOT DONE

When you said, What I saw scared the living **** out of me, I thought, your poop is alive?

did you see my pasta called "Sleepless"?

This is part of the demanded sequel to "Sleepless".

Darker Times


Jeff woke up to the sound of music blasting. He groaned, tossing around and trying to wake up fully. He reached up and pulled off his sleeping mask, which had covered his eyes through the night. Grunting loudly, he stumbled around trying to find his hoodie. his vision was blurred from sleep, and he could barely make out the dirty, toy-covered floor. THUD. Jeff slammed his head on the bottom of her bed. He wailed, clutching his head in pain. "She'd better raise the bed up soon or SO HELP ME!!!" he hissed. He could see much clearer now. Under the girl's bed, where he had spent the night, was covered in dolls and toys. He curiously picked up one he had been using as a pillow. It was a teddy bear, and it was a rather stupid looking one at that. Its googly eyes pointing in different directions as if it were brain damaged. He noticed it felt hard in the middle and gave it a squeeze. Without warning, the doll began crying out obnoxious phrases in a sicky sweet voice that was loud enough to wake the dead. "HI! I'M SNUGGLEKINS! THE INCREDIBLE, AMAZING, DOOOOOOLL!~" It squealed. He threw it to the ground in shock and anger, fearing that someone would hear its speech and come up to investigate. "SHUT UP!!!" he growled. He kicked the doll further under the bed and crawled out into the bedroom.

The girl wasn't in her bed. Jeff assumed she had woken up and gone downstairs to get ready for her day. "She'd better have a good victim..." he snarled. Suddenly, a deep, muffled gurgling noise rung in his ears. He jumped, startled at the sound. He looked down and discovered that it was just his stomach. He giggled in relief. "Heh. I guess I'd better go eat something." he chuckled, rubbing his belly gently. He started towards the bedroom door and opened it.

From where he stood, he could see downstairs. However, downstairs, dancing like a fool, was the girl's mother.


To be continued!

Last edited by samid11 (2012-05-26 17:05:09)

weegeeissparta wrote:

weegeeissparta wrote:

Fine. My creepypasta. It will be TERRIBLE. Logic, Sparta? Oh, I had my friend think of this and write it. Problem, Scratch?

This was it. I was going to FINALLY beat Sonic Generations, with one life left. I had lost several lives on that boss battle, and I'm almost done with it. I just smiled with glee. I was so immersed in my game, and I didn't noticed my mother calling me into the kitchen. She called again, and I heard. I dropped the controller (well, there goes my hard work) and ran into the kitchen. There, by the oven, my mom was standing, holding a tape. "You're dad sent me this." she said, handing me the tape. My dad was away in Florida for the week. "Thanks mom!" I sad, running to my room. I put it in my tape player (I have to idea what it's accualy called), and hit play. I anxiously waited for it to start. After almost 30 seconds of waiting, the tape started. It was a shot of my dad at the fire department. (My dad is fireman, BTW) His cell phone started ringing, and Dad answered. I strained my ears the hear what the guy on the other line. I only heard "There is a fire at the adress" then i couldn't hear the adress. Well, I guess the man hung up, becaue my dad put the phone down. He hopped into a fire truck, and drove to the adress. It was weird because firefighters usualy went in groups of 3 or more. Well, he arrived at a normal-sized house. No fire. Weird. He went inside to ask if somebody had prank called him. All there was inside were almost endless hallways, with a wooden door at each end. It looked WAY bigger than it did on the outside. Oh well. And, seemingly out of nowhere, a tall man burst out of a door next to dad. He turned to face dad, and wasn't surprised a bit to see him. "There's no fire here." dad said, with a puzzled expression. The man seemed to pay no attention to him. All he said was "Come. I will guid you to you're "fire" he said, making finger quotes on the word "fire". The man led my dad to a small door, and the pulled it open. "In." he said, shoving dad into what looked like an elevator with wooden walls. The man also crept into the elevator. "RAISE THE ELEVATOR!" the man screamed at nothing in preticular. The elevator began to rise. I guessed it was one of those really old elevators that had somebody pull a rope connected to it, and it worked like a pullley. Soon, the man kicked open the doors to the elevator, and shoved Dad out.
"Go to that red door. Then open it." the man said

"Will the fire be there?"

"OPEN THE DOOR!"

"Okay, okay!"

Dad walked down a hallway, to a red door. Just as the man had said he opened it. What I saw scared the living crud out of me.

Okay, part two.
A man was down on his knees, mumbling insanely. He seemed mentally insane, mumbling and looking around like that, but whatever. He seemed to notice dad, because he stopped mumbling. He was facing away fom dad. But, then, the man turned his head, a full 180 degrees like an owl, and stared at my dad. His eyes were pure black, and there was blood splattered on his face. The strange man hissed, then began to claw at his face. It looked like he was clawing it OFF, and he probably was. He was slowly peeling the skin away, and I couldn't look.  I tried to look away, but I couldn't stop watching. Then, dad fell to the floor, and the man that led Dad up here had mysteriously appeared, and insanely laughed. The video ended. I nearly threw up. I decided to tell the cops. That's all I thought.


The next few days I showed it to everyone in my city, but all they seemed to see something else, because most of their reactions wer "Wow, you dad is really flexible!". I was SCARED. What happened to dad? I had shown it to everybody. I went home, hoping to find out it was all a dream. I knew it wasn't though. I handed the tape to my mom, who was standing outside the door, and mumbled "Watch this." She went inside, and watched it, but she made me watch it too. She, like everyone else, didn't see what I saw. I was on my own. I walked into my room, playing Sonic Generations might take it off my mind. I stepped into my room, only to see a figure standing behind my bed. Crud. He was holding a knife in his right hand. And.. it's hair... it had the same hair as dad. It WAS dad. "dad?" I said, taking a step forward. He aimed the knife towards me, and whispered "Beyond the red door." I backed up. Then everything went black. I never woke up. Ever.

You will be next.

?????????????????

BOBBYBOB3 wrote:

samid11 wrote:

This is a pasta I'm writing.

Sleepless.


Jeff had been watching her for hours. He sat under her bed and watched her get up and leave the room multiple times, then watched her walk back inside. He knew that it would be easy to rid of her as she slept. Eventually, at about 9:30 p.m., she hopped up onto her bed. His smile grew wider. She jumped up and switched the lights off before curling up into the covers. Jeff struck. He slithered out from under the bed and peeked over the matress. She was like a sleeping baby. Her blue eyes were closed. "Not for long" he thought, smirking at the image that he'd soon see. He stared at her some more. She wriggled slightly, as if she was disturbed and about to awake. he ducked down. To his relief, she settled down again into her slumber. He shot back up, positioning his knife over her chest. His smile grew as wide as it could go. With his lips formed into a devilish grimace, he thrust his hand down to plunge the knife in.

He stopped.

Her eyes were wide open, staring into his.


Tell me what you think so far!

Nice! Doesn't he live under YOUR bed? Are you writing a personal narrative turned ananymous or whatever?

You'll see. Did you see the full story on the page before this? Oh and I just posted the first part of the sequel above.

samid11 wrote:

BOBBYBOB3 wrote:

samid11 wrote:

This is a pasta I'm writing.

Sleepless.


Jeff had been watching her for hours. He sat under her bed and watched her get up and leave the room multiple times, then watched her walk back inside. He knew that it would be easy to rid of her as she slept. Eventually, at about 9:30 p.m., she hopped up onto her bed. His smile grew wider. She jumped up and switched the lights off before curling up into the covers. Jeff struck. He slithered out from under the bed and peeked over the matress. She was like a sleeping baby. Her blue eyes were closed. "Not for long" he thought, smirking at the image that he'd soon see. He stared at her some more. She wriggled slightly, as if she was disturbed and about to awake. he ducked down. To his relief, she settled down again into her slumber. He shot back up, positioning his knife over her chest. His smile grew as wide as it could go. With his lips formed into a devilish grimace, he thrust his hand down to plunge the knife in.

He stopped.

Her eyes were wide open, staring into his.


Tell me what you think so far!

Nice! Doesn't he live under YOUR bed? Are you writing a personal narrative turned ananymous or whatever?

You'll see. Did you see the full story on the page before this? Oh and I just posted the first part of the sequel above.

Yea, I did. Cool story! The REAL Jeff the Killer is just sad, but this, this is GOOD!

samid11 wrote:

Darker Times


Jeff woke up to the sound of music blasting. He groaned, tossing around and trying to wake up fully. He reached up and pulled off his sleeping mask, which had covered his eyes through the night. Grunting loudly, he stumbled around trying to find his hoodie. his vision was blurred from sleep, and he could barely make out the dirty, toy-covered floor. THUD. Jeff slammed his head on the bottom of her bed. He wailed, clutching his head in pain. "She'd better raise the bed up soon or SO HELP ME!!!" he hissed. He could see much clearer now. Under the girl's bed, where he had spent the night, was covered in dolls and toys. He curiously picked up one he had been using as a pillow. It was a teddy bear, and it was a rather stupid looking one at that. Its googly eyes pointing in different directions as if it were brain damaged. He noticed it felt hard in the middle and gave it a squeeze. Without warning, the doll began crying out obnoxious phrases in a sicky sweet voice that was loud enough to wake the dead. "HI! I'M SNUGGLEKINS! THE INCREDIBLE, AMAZING, DOOOOOOLL!~" It squealed. He threw it to the ground in shock and anger, fearing that someone would hear its speech and come up to investigate. "SHUT UP!!!" he growled. He kicked the doll further under the bed and crawled out into the bedroom.

The girl wasn't in her bed. Jeff assumed she had woken up and gone downstairs to get ready for her day. "She'd better have a good victim..." he snarled. Suddenly, a deep, muffled gurgling noise rung in his ears. He jumped, startled at the sound. He looked down and discovered that it was just his stomach. He giggled in relief. "Heh. I guess I'd better go eat something." he chuckled, rubbing his belly gently. He started towards the bedroom door and opened it.

From where he stood, he could see downstairs. However, downstairs, dancing like a fool, was the girl's mother.


Jeff ducked back inside. His breathing was heavy. Slowly, he opened the door again to look.

Her mother was coming up the stairs.

Quickly, he swiped the door closed. Her mom turned just in time to see it move shut. "Honey, is that you? I made you some toast! Come on down!" Jeff panicked. He did the most girly voice he could manage. "Coming, mother!~" he cooed. Her mom looked confused. "Honey, you sound gruff. Go down and drink something." She walked into her own room and locked the door. Jeff sighed. He opened the door and headed downstairs. He eventually reached the kitchen, where a plate sat. On it was a piece of perfectly browned toast with butter smeared over the top. Next to it sat a small glass of chocolate milk. "Dang, she's spoiled rotten." he said to himself. His stomach growled louder. "Well, I guess it won't hurt if I eat THIS... I'll just make another." With that, he swiped the plate and cup off the counter and sat down on the couch. He looked around as he ate. "Nice place they've got. It would've be a shame if I'd destroyed this place after I killed her. Good thing I made that deal with the chick." He smiled to himself as he took a sip of the chocolate milk. Eventually, he sat on the couch alone. It seemed like minutes, but it was only a few seconds that the food had dissapeared down his throat. He staggered up and walked into the kitchen again. "Better make that replacement food". He said, letting out a loud burp afterwards.


to be continued.

I would just kick him out the window to begin with.

samid11 wrote:

BOBBYBOB3 wrote:

samid11 wrote:

Darker Times


Jeff woke up to the sound of music blasting. He groaned, tossing around and trying to wake up fully. He reached up and pulled off his sleeping mask, which had covered his eyes through the night. Grunting loudly, he stumbled around trying to find his hoodie. his vision was blurred from sleep, and he could barely make out the dirty, toy-covered floor. THUD. Jeff slammed his head on the bottom of her bed. He wailed, clutching his head in pain. "She'd better raise the bed up soon or SO HELP ME!!!" he hissed. He could see much clearer now. Under the girl's bed, where he had spent the night, was covered in dolls and toys. He curiously picked up one he had been using as a pillow. It was a teddy bear, and it was a rather stupid looking one at that. Its googly eyes pointing in different directions as if it were brain damaged. He noticed it felt hard in the middle and gave it a squeeze. Without warning, the doll began crying out obnoxious phrases in a sicky sweet voice that was loud enough to wake the dead. "HI! I'M SNUGGLEKINS! THE INCREDIBLE, AMAZING, DOOOOOOLL!~" It squealed. He threw it to the ground in shock and anger, fearing that someone would hear its speech and come up to investigate. "SHUT UP!!!" he growled. He kicked the doll further under the bed and crawled out into the bedroom.

The girl wasn't in her bed. Jeff assumed she had woken up and gone downstairs to get ready for her day. "She'd better have a good victim..." he snarled. Suddenly, a deep, muffled gurgling noise rung in his ears. He jumped, startled at the sound. He looked down and discovered that it was just his stomach. He giggled in relief. "Heh. I guess I'd better go eat something." he chuckled, rubbing his belly gently. He started towards the bedroom door and opened it.

From where he stood, he could see downstairs. However, downstairs, dancing like a fool, was the girl's mother.


Jeff ducked back inside. His breathing was heavy. Slowly, he opened the door again to look.

Her mother was coming up the stairs.

Quickly, he swiped the door closed. Her mom turned just in time to see it move shut. "Honey, is that you? I made you some toast! Come on down!" Jeff panicked. He did the most girly voice he could manage. "Coming, mother!~" he cooed. Her mom looked confused. "Honey, you sound gruff. Go down and drink something." She walked into her own room and locked the door. Jeff sighed. He opened the door and headed downstairs. He eventually reached the kitchen, where a plate sat. On it was a piece of perfectly browned toast with butter smeared over the top. Next to it sat a small glass of chocolate milk. "Dang, she's spoiled rotten." he said to himself. His stomach growled louder. "Well, I guess it won't hurt if I eat THIS... I'll just make another." With that, he swiped the plate and cup off the counter and sat down on the couch. He looked around as he ate. "Nice place they've got. It would've be a shame if I'd destroyed this place after I killed her. Good thing I made that deal with the chick." He smiled to himself as he took a sip of the chocolate milk. Eventually, he sat on the couch alone. It seemed like minutes, but it was only a few seconds that the food had dissapeared down his throat. He staggered up and walked into the kitchen again. "Better make that replacement food". He said, letting out a loud burp afterwards.


to be continued.

I would just kick him out the window to begin with.

Well, he was holding her down and he had a knife.

Oh. Yeah.

I <3 jeff the killer!

samid11 wrote:

BOBBYBOB3 wrote:

samid11 wrote:

Darker Times


Jeff woke up to the sound of music blasting. He groaned, tossing around and trying to wake up fully. He reached up and pulled off his sleeping mask, which had covered his eyes through the night. Grunting loudly, he stumbled around trying to find his hoodie. his vision was blurred from sleep, and he could barely make out the dirty, toy-covered floor. THUD. Jeff slammed his head on the bottom of her bed. He wailed, clutching his head in pain. "She'd better raise the bed up soon or SO HELP ME!!!" he hissed. He could see much clearer now. Under the girl's bed, where he had spent the night, was covered in dolls and toys. He curiously picked up one he had been using as a pillow. It was a teddy bear, and it was a rather stupid looking one at that. Its googly eyes pointing in different directions as if it were brain damaged. He noticed it felt hard in the middle and gave it a squeeze. Without warning, the doll began crying out obnoxious phrases in a sicky sweet voice that was loud enough to wake the dead. "HI! I'M SNUGGLEKINS! THE INCREDIBLE, AMAZING, DOOOOOOLL!~" It squealed. He threw it to the ground in shock and anger, fearing that someone would hear its speech and come up to investigate. "SHUT UP!!!" he growled. He kicked the doll further under the bed and crawled out into the bedroom.

The girl wasn't in her bed. Jeff assumed she had woken up and gone downstairs to get ready for her day. "She'd better have a good victim..." he snarled. Suddenly, a deep, muffled gurgling noise rung in his ears. He jumped, startled at the sound. He looked down and discovered that it was just his stomach. He giggled in relief. "Heh. I guess I'd better go eat something." he chuckled, rubbing his belly gently. He started towards the bedroom door and opened it.

From where he stood, he could see downstairs. However, downstairs, dancing like a fool, was the girl's mother.


Jeff ducked back inside. His breathing was heavy. Slowly, he opened the door again to look.

Her mother was coming up the stairs.

Quickly, he swiped the door closed. Her mom turned just in time to see it move shut. "Honey, is that you? I made you some toast! Come on down!" Jeff panicked. He did the most girly voice he could manage. "Coming, mother!~" he cooed. Her mom looked confused. "Honey, you sound gruff. Go down and drink something." She walked into her own room and locked the door. Jeff sighed. He opened the door and headed downstairs. He eventually reached the kitchen, where a plate sat. On it was a piece of perfectly browned toast with butter smeared over the top. Next to it sat a small glass of chocolate milk. "Dang, she's spoiled rotten." he said to himself. His stomach growled louder. "Well, I guess it won't hurt if I eat THIS... I'll just make another." With that, he swiped the plate and cup off the counter and sat down on the couch. He looked around as he ate. "Nice place they've got. It would've be a shame if I'd destroyed this place after I killed her. Good thing I made that deal with the chick." He smiled to himself as he took a sip of the chocolate milk. Eventually, he sat on the couch alone. It seemed like minutes, but it was only a few seconds that the food had dissapeared down his throat. He staggered up and walked into the kitchen again. "Better make that replacement food". He said, letting out a loud burp afterwards.


to be continued.

I would just kick him out the window to begin with.

Well, he was holding her down and he had a knife.

Continue it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! a baby jeff would be the CUTEST THING EVER!!!!!!

Lilcat22 wrote:

samid11 wrote:

777w wrote:

im pretty sure thats actually "jeff the killer the jerk" youve also found

XD Jeff is a jerk, appearently.

you dare say that!
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oh yeah! im playin it cool! 

Well, he DID get turned into a mindless killing machine, so It's sorta true.