Talk:1999/@comment-25477067-20151117160556

The first time I read this was when I first joined, sometime last year I think. I wasn't THAT freaked out about it, even though I found it to be very well written and flowed nicely. Nice, but I didn't see why it was so highly praised. Overrated, I thought.

Recently, I came back, just for fun, to read it again. I noticed he had added chapters and I was very, very happy because I had always wanted more out of his story. Again I read it all the way through and again didn't find it that scary, even with the creepy poem at the end (yes, I realize he updated beyond that, I'm getting to that) I found it sad that he hadn't added anything much new and I left the pasta alone, hoping that he might add even more to clarify or remove the poem.

Just yesterday, I came back to check up on it, hoping that he had updated it again and that the poem had just been a joke by someone vandalizing the story. I read the next chapters....and I was instantly terrified. I don't know what exactly it is the author added to the story, but the pieces came together in my mind. For the first time, I think I really made the connection that a man in a bear suit had killed those kids. That he burned them ALIVE in a pit. He murdered a man with a baseball bat. He cut kids fingers off!

Before, I had read the story but never let myself connect with it. I read it from an almost ethereal standpoint, not empathizing with anyone in the story and not feeling anything at the different twists and turns in the story. The most recent chapter changed that. For me, it tapped into that basic fear of being watched and being alone and it left me reeling. It hit me with a cold blow of fear and I spent all last night staring at my ceiling and mulling it over, thinking logically and illogically about the "what if" in the story.

So I thank you, author, for giving me a sleepless night, for making me think deeper about your story, for making me see the true horror in the creepypasta world, and for making me see what INRI wanted for me all along.

Now, Elliot, when are you going to come to visit me?