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weegeeissparta wrote:

777w wrote:

soniku3 wrote:

MWAHAHAHA,no.

mwahahaha yes it would

Why? I don't CARE if it's offensive.

theyd probably ban me anyway

A story I'm working on--believe it or not, it's only halfway done right now. 

Expect a few swears, but they're censored out.

Hacked and Haunted

Okay. I'm documenting this because I need to let the truth out there. This may seem like some false or cliched BS to most of you, but you gotta hear me out.

My experience began this way. I am, well, a college student majoring in computer sciences. That's the life that everyone knows me by, anyway. Other than that, I'm a hacker.

Some of the things I've done have been pretty malicious, in fact. I've sent out trojan horse viruses anonymously, and the most amazing thing is that no one's tracked it to me. The viruses didn't do too much harm to people's hard drives, like wipe them entirely. Instead, it added a crapton of .txt files simply saying rude insults, enough txt files to fill up their memory.

You probably think I've made a mistake of revealing that to a public place like the Internet, but believe me, I'm done with hacking and I'm actually almost afraid of computers now. In fact, I haven't used a computer in two weeks after this incident, except to write this down.

What happened is that I booted up my computer one day and logged into my account. The screen suddenly went black for a few seconds. At first, it wasn't too surprising--this happened to my computer a LOT before, and then it would come back. But this time, the black screen was staying for an unusually long time. I was starting to get frustrated and I was ready to restart the computer, but the screen changed.

There was simple green text printed on the screen, staying "STOP."

I then made an assumption on what was happening: I was being hacked, by some other guy. There was nothing I could do to make the text go away. I pressed CTRL+ALT+DEL several times, but with no luck. I then quickly tapped ESC once.

The text changed: "DON'T EVEN GO THERE."

I was now getting REALLY frustrated. This "hacker" was clearly very elusive. So I reached for the power button to turn the computer off.

The text changed again: "STOP TRYING TO ESCAPE ME."

I was partially freaked out by this, mainly because I hadn't even TOUCHED the power button. But I passed it off as a mere coincidence and reached for the button again.

"YOU CAN'T MAKE THIS EASY, CAN YOU?"

Again, my finger wasn't even CLOSE to the button. So I forcefully pressed the power button, holding it there. The text flickered and faltered, and the computer shut down, surprisingly. I was thinking that the hacker would do SOMETHING to stop the shutdown, but he didn't.

I was slightly unnerved at this point. How did this "hacker" know that I was going to push the power button? Was I being watched, somehow, perhaps through my webcam?

Lucky for me, I had a second computer--my laptop. I pulled it over to me and opened it up.

The computer flickered to life by itself, but then another black screen came up, accompanied with green text:

"YOU'RE RESISTANT. I LIKE THAT."

I sighed with anger, with the notion that the hacker had got my laptop too.

The text changed: "I'LL LET YOU GO."

I beamed at the screen with hope.

"FOR NOW."

The computer switched to the login screen, and I could use it normally again. I checked my desktop, and it worked perfectly fine too.

I checked my e-mail real quick, only to be greeted by countless emails from one guy. All the emails were the same. I couldn't have this guy spamming up my inbox, so I deleted the messages and noted them as spam. However, I did stop to read one the emails, which read:

"YOU'RE NOT OFF THE HOOK YET.

I'LL FIND YOU. BUT YOU'LL NEVER, EVER, ****ING FIND ME.

P.S. YOU KNOW WHO I AM."

I didn't know who the heck this was. The sender's name was labeled as "TTT", which didn't make sense. The email's title was "YOU KNOW WHO I AM".

After a bit of thinking, I finally realized where the emails were from: the hacker. The anonymous hacker was tormenting me now. I ratted off a quick reply to him:

"Yes, I know who you are. And you'd better leave me alone, you little ****. Or I WILL call the police."

Almost immediately, there was a reply:

"HEH. THE ONLY THING YOU WILL DO--IS TRY."

After that, I blocked "TTT". I seriously WAS going to call the police, so I did. While I was waiting for the other line, the phone transferred me to someone else.

The person started talking in a raspy and extremely unclear voice, but I could make out most of it. Here's a rough transcript of our conversation:

PERSON: "Greetings."

ME: "Hello? Who is this?"

PERSON: "You know very well who I am."

ME: "No, I--"

PERSON: "I told you would TRY to rat me out."

ME: "You're the--"

PERSON: "Yes."

ME: "Will you freaking LEAVE ME ALONE?"

PERSON: "Never."

ME: "WHY NOT."

PERSON: "Because I'm not done with you yet."

ME: "Why are you doing this."

PERSON: *mirthless laugh* "For my own merriment."

ME: "How do you know my number?"

PERSON: "I know a lot about you."

ME: "Like what?!?"

PERSON: "That's for me to know."

ME: "I'm going to find you. And I'm going to f**king take you down."

PERSON: "You will try."

ME: "What's THAT supposed to mean?"

PERSON: "It's simply the truth."

ME: "This conversation is over."

PERSON: "Wait."

*me trying to hang up, unsuccessfully*

ME: "Why can't I hang up?"

PERSON: "I'll let you leave, once I tell you this."

ME: "Tell me the thing already!"

PERSON: "You can't escape me. You can't find me. You can't do anything about me."

ME: "WHY?"

PERSON: "Because I don't exist."

ME: "What the--what are you saying?"

PERSON: "Good day."

*end of conversation*

TO BE FINISHED

Last edited by banana500 (2012-08-18 21:58:54)

CakePopAnimation wrote:

banana500 wrote:

A story I'm working on--believe it or not, it's only halfway done right now. 

One of the best pastas on here! It's very well-written and interesting, like a real story should be. Great job! 

  Thanks. There's still a TON more to write though. You'll find out what happens.

AvatarAang4 wrote:

Two astronauts were stranded on a faraway planet known as Zombietopia. They wandered through a cementary and found Twinkies for a discount. All of a sudden, A familiar looking zombie appeared from nowhere. Behind him was an entire zombie army. It was Michael Jackson. "Zombies" he said "Eat their brains while dancing to Thriller." "Let us finish our Twinkies first" said the astronauts.


THE END

Check out my Sid Meier's Civilization 5 creepypasta on the new creepypasta thread

Animeboy975 wrote:

CAT.MOV

Back in Mid-August 2006, a user with no name uploaded a video called CAT.MOV.

This video had a picture of a black cat, than it's eyes get super hyper realistic, it grows huge fangs, it's eyes fall out, And it explodes, with a evil laugh.

It might not sound scary, but this is when it gets strange. The month where it was uploaded, there were millions of death between 13-18 year olds.

The video didn't catch notice, until a news station stated the video, on August 20. The video soon became viral, leading adults and teens to thier death.

The video dosen't sound creepy, but the disturbing and gory images in the video send a thought to the human's brain, and erases all the human's memories with suicidal thoughts.

Many teens jumped out the window, and the vieweng percent of the video, 97 percent died, other lived.

But the 3 percent that survived, almost all of them were never found again. One girl, Riley Bauer, had survived, but was extremely hurt.

By the end of 2006, there were a lot less people in the world because of the video.

In January 2007, A few police officers sat at a table about the numerous deaths last year.

One of them explained the video, and one officer got his laptop and searched CAT.MOV.
All of the officers except him died that hour.

He knew he had to. Had to find who the poster was, the channel had a white background, and he paused CAT.MOV, the only video.

He went outside, and the whole world was dead. He heard a creepy laugh behind him

"I'M BLANK."

He knew he had to arrest him, so he did, and everyone was back to normal.

So if you find tons of deaths a year, this might be the case.

THE END

What did you think?

Okay, I'm sorry, but that was horrible.

I don't mean to offend you, but it was too cliched, and it's something that you see in pretty much any computer/video-based story. Your other stories are great, but not this one. 

"The Shapeshifter"

I remember living on Earth. It was so wonderful and limitless. The grassy plains, the snowy hilltops, the vast blue seas and sky, and the bustling cities. Today, as I stand here, gazing intently at the ravaged remains of Earth through the telescope at my moonlight observatory, I can't help but miss my friends and family, and Earth itself. If only I could have convinced anybody that the world was going to end. Then, I wouldn't be the only human left, standing here alone on the moon, which now drifts lifelessly through space, searching for a new gravitational pull to get caught in. I then began to weep and beg to nothing, for the life I used to live, and a second try.

After an hour of weeping and begging, I heard a strange noise. I listened closely, and looked toward a pile of boxes in a corner. I remembered that I had picked up a fragment of the gigantic meteorite that struck the Earth and killed everyone and everything. I remembered that I had kept it because it was covered in a strange substance, which none of my machines could identify. I walked over to the boxes, and opened the one with the meteorite fragment in it. A small gray kitten jumped out, and to my surprise, shapeshifted into a puppy. It yapped at me, and licked my hand.

The puppy started running in circles around me, then it yapped again. I picked it up, and it began licking my air helmet. I laughed at the adorable creature, and played with it for the rest of the day. When I made a "just add water" steak dinner, I shared a quarter of the steak with the puppy, and it ate the steak joyfully. It then fell asleep, and shortly after, I did to.

I awoke to find the puppy had shapeshifted into a kitten, and it was washing itself and relaxing. I stood up, and walked over to carton of "just add water" milk. I made it for the kitten, which drank it within a few minutes. I made myself some "just add water" eggs and bacon breakfast, and the kitten and I left the observatory, and we walked to the control room, which had radars and sonar gadgets that I used to see if there was anything like a spacecraft or an asteroid that might strike the moon so I could prepare appropriately for upcoming disasters. The radars and sonar equipment didn't detect anything, so the kitten and I left the contol room. We played around all over the moon, and returned to the observatory hungry and exhausted.

After eating, we left the observatory and walked to the small spacecraft I used to get here from Earth. I fired it up, and we flew all over the Milky Way, observing and studying the planets. When we made it to Neptune, the ship's radar started to pick up a small, strange looking space craft that was pursueing us. I powered up the thrusters, and we sped off back to the moon. I tried radioeing the other craft, but I only picked up weird computer-type noises.

Once the moon came into view, my pursuers slowed down, turned around, and sped off back in the direction from which we came. I landed the spacecraft near the observatory, and the kitten and I walked over to it and went inside. We ate dinner, and sat around, relaxing. I decided I would name this shapeshifting alien creature Wallace, as I really had developed a bond with it, and we went to sleep.

I woke up to a loud alarm, which I had set for when there were any intruders. I looked around, and found that Wallace wasn't in the observatory. I panicked, for I knew I had locked the doors before I went to sleep the night before. I ran over to the control room, and the radar and sonar equipment detected hundreds of huge alien ships on the moon. Just then, the door burst open, and several aliens stepped inside, with weird looking guns at the ready. I hid in a nearby closet, and watched through a crack in the door as the aliens walked upstairs and over to the radars and sonar equipment. I saw that one of them was taller and was a brighter shade of blue than the others. It held Wallace, who was squirming and struggling to get free. I couldn't stand there and watch Wallace struggle, so I waited for one of the aliens to walk near the closet. When the others weren't looking, I grabbed it, threw it into the closet, and knocked it unconcious. I grabbed its gun, found the trigger, and burst out of the closet.

I started shooting lasers wildly at the aliens, who all fell to the floor, dead. All of them except the bright blue one, who ran off with Wallace before I could shoot him. I chased it outside, where it was boarding a spacecraft. I shot at the alien, but the spacecraft sped off, and I turned around right as I was knocked unconcious by one of the aliens.

I regained conciousness in a strange purple room. I looked straight up to see an alien standing over me, holding a giant drill-like tool. I tried to sit up, but the alien pressed the drill to my fore-head and pusehed me back down. I tried to move my arms and legs, but those were hooked up to sensors which shocked me. I screamed in agony as I was being shocked, and started to lose conciousness. I saw the bright blue alien walk in, with Wallace unconcious in his arms. He laid Wallace onto the bed next to me, and I blacked out.

I woke up with no one in the room other than Wallace and I. I realized that Wallace had become a gooey, gelatinous creature, and I figured that was his default form. I had an idea on how we could escape. I spoke softly to Wallace, who woke up after a few minutes. I told Wallace to shapeshift into a snake and slip through his shocking sensors. To my surprise, he did that exactly, and slithered over to a control panel and disabled my shocking sensors. He shapeshifted into a mouse, and knawed through the straps of my shocking sensors. I stood up, and Wallace reverted to his default form. A guard walked into the room, and I quickly knocked it unconcious. I searched through his papers and found a criminal record of Wallace. Wallace was apparently one of the most wanted criminals in the universe, for he could shapeshift to avoid and escape custody, as well as commit crimes with little opposition. I had been harboring a criminal this whole time.

I picked up Wallace, and ran for the escape pod room. Many aliens had spotted us, and were chasing us. We reached the escape pod room after running all over the spacecraft, and I opened an escape pod. Just as I was getting in, the aliens grabbed me, and pulled me out. In a last minute effort, I threw Wallace into the escape pod. Wallace closed the door, and shot off into space. As I felt myself being killed, I knew that Wallace had escaped just fine. I was content with dieing, and I did so immediately.

Corridor 9

No-one knows which corridor Corridor 9 is.

Or where it would be.

Unless you entered.

But you'd never know.

You'd never survive.

Psychic Psycho
I walked down a nearly empty, very long hallway, if it weren’t for the occasional fear-inducing  shriek coming from the patient at the end of the hall, you would have assumed that this section of the hospital was abandoned. I had worked at Mayville Hospital for almost four years, and had never known or been allowed in this area before this morning..

FLASHBACK
I walked into the hospital, coffee in one hand, purse in the other. I was about to sit down at the front desk just like every other day when someone wearing a full black suit while practically oozing authority approached me. “Renette Marsh?,” he asked in a deep, strong voice. “That’d be me,” I replied. “Please follow me Ms. Marsh,” the man told me.
In no mood to argue I followed him into a small office, where he proceeded to lock the door. “Ms. Marsh, have ever heard of section 402?,” he said in a voice that told me he’d accept no answer except the truth.”Well.. Yes, but everything I’ve heard about the supposedly hidden hospital section I wrote off as stupid rumors,” I answered truthfully. “Ms. Marsh, let me assure you- section 402 is, in fact, real. Section 402 is a hidden section in the hospital where a very, very special patient is held,” He said in a calm, clear voice. “Okay, that’s  great and all, but what’s any of this go to do with me?,” I asked while trying not to sound disrespectfully. “Ms. Marsh allow me to explain, this patient is Frannie McDermonte. Miss McDermonte is nineteen, she was emitted to Mayville Hospital six years ago. At first she was kept in an average hospital room. While staying in that room she murdered four people. Because we couldn’t send Miss McDermonte away, we added a secret and private section to the hospital- section 402. Because of her previous violent history, only the very best nurse and doctor were allowed to work with her. Now, it has come to our attention that Miss McDermonte’s most recent nurse has been reported to have committed suicide,” He told me this in what seemed to be his calmest voice. “Wait.... You never told me what’s wrong with her,” I said in a voice that was bordering on hysterical.. A murdering nineteen year old... In the place I had once thought of as safe.. “Miss McDermonte suffered from severe head trauma that cause her brain to be ‘re-booted’ but during this ‘re-boot’ Miss McDermonte’s brain malfunctioned and caused her to become, well, somewhat psychic and insane,” He said this as if it were perfectly normal, which practically blew my mind. “I still have no clue what this has to do with me,” I told the man honestly. “We have looked over all personnel files and have selected you to become Miss McDermonte’s private nurse,” He said. This was where I blacked out.
When I came to I was laying on the ground in the small office, the man in black hovering over me. When he saw that my eyes were open he hoisted me up. “Now that you’re awake Ms. Marsh, follow me. You’re new position as Miss McDermonte’s private nurse begins now,” He told me. “You were serious?! I thought you were joking about that!,” I screeched. “Ms. Marsh, I do not joke. Now if you’ll please lower your volume and follow me,” The man said, slightly annoyed. Not wanting to anger the extremely intimidating man, I kept quiet and followed him.
When we entered the elevator the man opened the control panel, dug a card out of his pocket a inserted the card into a small slot next to the 911 button. After doing this a small button appeared above the other floor buttons. The button, instead of having a floor number, had 402 written on it. The intimidating man in black pushed it quickly. I felt a tug and my heart seemed to try to leap up my throat- we were going down. Down, down, down we went. Then we came to an abrupt halt. The doors opened wide, signaling that it was time for us to get out, so we did. “Go down the hall and in through  that door, you are to change Miss McDermonte’s sheets and clean her bedpan. Ignore Miss McDermonte as much as you can. Good luck,” said the man. When he stepped back into the elevator he muttered “God knows you’re gonna need it.”
END FLASHBACK

As I walked down the hall I looked around, the only thing I saw was a doctor’s cart with lots of shining medical tools. Eventually I came to the door at the end of the hallway. My hand hovered over the handle.. I was nervous, I had been assigned to be the private nurse of an insane, murdering, ‘psychic’ nineteen year old.. I had a good reason to be nervous.. Right? Going against my better judgement, I opened the door and stepped inside the small room.
Sitting in the corner of the bright white room was a petite blonde girl. before I could take another step the girl tilted her head up and looked me straight in the eye, her almost black ones to my bright green ones. For almost a full minute she did nothing but stare at me, then she spoke. “Pretty birdie falls. Broken dolly. Crash. Bang of shiny stick. Bloody, bloody. Bright eyes go dim,” the girl said in the voice of a six year old girl. Then she giggled uncontrollably. The giggle slowly turned into a terrifying, shrieking laugh. I was scared out of my wits. I ran out the door, slamming it behind me. Inside the elevator I planned what I was going to do- get home, pack up, get outta town and never come back. When the elevator whooshed open I almost ran out the door.  I walked out of the hospital as calmly as I could.
As I walked home I thought about what the girl said, what did it mean? Maybe she really was a psychic and had predicted my future... But then again she was insane.. Yeah, that was it, insanity.. But no matter what it was I was never going back- there was still the possibility that she could escape and become murderous again. Slowly I realised something was falling out of the mid-afternoon sky. Faster and faster.. Then it hit the sidewalk in front of me. I looked closely at it. It was a male bluebird, they’re very pretty, and this one was dead. I walked at a faster pace towards my house, I couldn’t help but think back to the first thing Frannie McDermonte had said- pretty birdie falls..
Not long after this I had reached my small cottage-like home. When i opened the door I took a step inside. all over the floor were shattered bits of my beloved porcelain doll.. Broken dolly.. No! This is all just a coincidence! Then there was a.. Well.. Crash coming from my bedroom.
I ran to my bedroom to find a burglar going through my drawers. Then I made a huge mistake- I screamed. The burglar turned around, grabbed something attached to his belt, and aimed it at me. It was a gun. Then he shot me in the throat... Bang from shiny stick.. I finally realized something- it wasn’t a coincidence, this was my fate. Blood began to pour from my throat.. Bloody, bloody.. Goodbye, I suppose. It’s time for me to go. Bright eyes go dim..

NELLEY OCONNERS AND THE POSESED TROWSERS PART II

And then that nite a blu-eyd swetely smileng Nelley camed insyd. the door slammed and, mrs oconners dropped the eggs she was holding on the flore. shed ben gong to make a cake. she stard at the yokes on the flore.
‘Mo-ther?’ nelley calld.
mrs Oconners crinjed at the familar voce, still looking at the yellowie mess. ‘y-yes, dere...’
‘there you are.’ The girl took a step towrd her. ‘i had a lovly time at marey’s house’ she seyd.
Takeng a deep breth, she smiled at Nelley, noded her hed just keep calm she remended her self. ‘Thats good, dere I am glad to here it’, she replid.
yet, nelley hesatated. ‘Is there somthing wrong?’
“well’......
‘Maybe its time we tokked’ Nelley took at seat solemly steping arond the messie eggs on the flore and jestered for her mothr to do the same. dazdly she did
‘now, i’m sensing’ nelley sed with a pecular frown, ‘that you do’nt relly trust me, mother.’
‘Oh! you do sey the oddest things. i codnt relly...that is i ca’nt imajen how you--’
Nelley surveyd her sternly ovr her glas of milk, ‘realy, mother, i know how peopol are.’ she seyd qietly. ‘Beleve me when I sey. I kno a lot of things. and I certanly know when a persen is lyeng to me and wy. you are afrade’.
‘I...am not afrade.’ this statemint beyeng the most fereful of all. mrs o’conners shrenk in her chare. ‘oh Nelley, Im not afrade.’
‘Now, lisen. i kno that your afrade and wy’, continud nelley siping from the glas. ‘altho id say most peopl wold find it verey stranj, for a mother to fere her own dauter.’ She eyd her severly. ‘its becaus, i suspek, my odd behayvor preseding yestarday. you fere the way  used to be.’
‘that...tha’t...
‘well all i can sey is this. I have chenged.. i have certanly chenged! Im not how i usd to be’. her gaze was softr now and she smild. but she was not like a chield. there was somthing teribly adult about her manner that made Mrs Anna Oconners stare at the flore in qiet teror.
‘Oh nelley, stop now. you mus’nt-‘
‘mother!’ The harshnes was ther agen. ‘do not maik me engry! or i am sure...you wil live too regret it....’ The loke in her eys was chiling.
evel, thout anna. what a teribal thing to say abot my dauter, she chastisd her self but she twidled her thums in nervos anxity. ‘alright, Nelley. You must kno im not afrade of you you know that do’nt you.’
‘To know such a theng’ nelley ansered cooly ‘wold be to know a lye, mother. now if your qite sure you have’nt any douts you ougt to be makeng supper now’
aftar a pas, ‘you troly think i am afrade of you?’
‘Yes’.
‘then its understod that you wish this not to be so.’
Nelley looked thotful. ‘ye-es’ she came up with finaly ‘id like that very much mother. with all my hart i wish it all the tyme’
‘Then youll understend’, Anna told her dauter sharpley, discuysing the fere shed felt for so long ‘when I sey that thats no wey to be speking to your mother, young ladey, and wile you red thos books youve certanly mised some lesons in etikit. Girls youre aj ougt to know how to speek to there oun parens by now. well when i was your aj, i did, alright. and i got in trobble if i dident mind my mother! You here?’
‘Yes.’ seyd Nelley stifly. ‘and,’ wnet on mrs oconners ‘you shodnt be teling me what to do’
‘yes’
Mrs oconners loked very angrey. it was a raje that had just bilt up and bilt up with her resantment for the awful way Nelley behayved, a kind of riteous anger at furst that than stewed and fuled by her feres and sadniss so compakt it had over time turnd into a sort of insayn hatrid. and she hated Nelley. she coldnt bere it, the way she hated her. and it made her very soft and delikat for she dident want to be broken and hav al that misrabel angar finelly relesed. but it was relesed now, and oh it felt monstros.
and at the same time it was marvilous.
‘then apologis rite now, miss.’ There was an trechoros brand of poyson in her voice
there was a horid silense.
‘sorrey mother’ Nelley seyd, not qite humbley. ‘but you kno’ she went on waking out the dore into the gardin ‘i dont think thats a goud way to make eggs’.

Herp. Derp. Bump.

Lunchtime With Smosh lost episode by Animeboy975

If there is anything between me and my friend, we're probably the biggest Smosh fans in the world. More than those creepy stalkers, i bet.

But one day, my friend gave the genius idea to send Smosh some letters for thier Mailtime videos. He had one with candy, foreign toys, a fan letter, and a question. The question on the last letter was about lost episodes.

Not Rejected Videos, Smosh Found Dead, or Banned Video. A REAL lost episode.

They opened thier mail on the Mailtime videos, and me and my friend enjoyed it.

Candy was on the foreign tests, Toys were on the regular Mailtime videos, same thing with the fan letter. But with the last letter.

We got a letter back from Smosh. Here's what it reads:

Dear Smosh Fans,
There IS a lost episode we've never posted. Watch with caution.
- Ian Hecox, Anthony Padilla

The letter was attached to a blank disc, with a piece of black duck tape on the top of the disc that read "LOST EPISODE"

We took the tape off, and put it in the DVD player. It was a Lunchtime with smosh video.

The episode started off in the kitchen, regularly, Ian and Anthony discussing where to eat. Ian ran in with a coupon that read "FOOD= FREE AND GREAT, 147545 DEATH DRIVE"

They got in the car, and drove there. It was a dark alleyway, with a big rusty building, and a guy with hair all over his face popped out, and threw them in.

This is like Smosh Found Dead.

But worse.

Alot worse.

They lock them in, and the camera is a shady black color, and Smosh are screaming. There is food on the wall, and it drops.

The screen goes completely black, and a gunshot is heard, suddenly a ton of random pictures come up, like in Best Toy Ever.

Than, the lights are turned on, and suddenly everything looks like it's animated with CGI. All of a sudden, Ian wakes up and starts to cry blood.

It sounded like normal crying, but it got heavier, louder, and everything worse over the course of 10 minutes.

It went static.

My friend went missing today.

I hope he's alive.

What did you think? [I wrote this because most of the Smosh pasta is horrible]

littletonkslover wrote:

What makes a creepypasta a creepypasta


i like to write but idk if i'd be good at a "pasta" as you kids call them

And you a parent! 

jukyter wrote:

I writted a crepu pasty
I calt it cliche
Doo yu wan to reed it!?!?

Jukeeteer is spaming arouzn.