User blog comment:Widward/top 10 worst creepypastas/@comment-25052433-20180123060547

Well, this is the part where I would normally just ask why are you dwelling so much on the stories that you don't like instead of celebrating the ones you do? There are stories on this site, as well as other spots online that I personally don't care for, but in all truth, it does nothing for me, the author or the writing community as a whole to constantly inform stangers on the internet that I don't like something.

Posting a constructive review on the story itself is far more beneficial to evereyone involved. However, simply posting "Delete this," or "Move this to Trollpasta" does not qualify as a review. Explain what YOU feel the author could have done differently. In some cases, the writer might actually agree, and look at that, you've helped someone!

But.... Enough of this professional fancy response nonsense, I've got a request out there and if Banning is known for one thing, it's being a shitty writer! (And fulfilling requests... unless you requested a good story that is.)

This goes out to my pal Umby who demanded Steamed Hams. Umby drives a hard bargain, so who the hell am I to deny. Check out his Umby'sWorld channel on Youtube while you're at it!

Anyway, since everyone wants to know why I'd ever produce something as horrible, boring and uninspired as Jeff the Killer 2015, allow me to give you the dirty details of how it all went down...

One day in 2015

I'd had a rough day... let me tell you.





While things looked bleak, I knew that I still had something to look forward to. The Superintendent of Online Horror was coming over to my house. He'd heard that I finished writing a quality horror story that was neither long, boring nor did, should it have an original, would it be worse.

The door bell rings...



"Keeeeelluuum!" he screams. "I certainly hope this horror story of yours is as good as you tell me. I'd hate to have wasted my time coming over here!"

I assure him that he will not be sorry... as I go to my writing desk to get the story.

Then disaster strikes!



Pondering on how this day could get any worse, I was suddenly struck with a brilliant idea.



Hoping for the best, I present my "story"



Starting to sweat now, I scramble for a response.

"Horror story, no... I said 'Poorer' story. And trust me sir, I doubt you'll read one poorer than this!"

"Poorer story?" he asks.

"Yes, it's an upstate Louisiana expression."

"Really? They refer to a style of writing as a "poorer" story. Well, I'm from Shreveport and I've never heard that term."

"Oh no, not in Shreveport. It's a Morgan City term!"

Just when I thought I was out of the woods...



"Yes!" I answer.

"Well Kellum, you're a strange fellow but you poor a mean story," he answers before finally standing to leave.

Suddenly he smells the smoke. My original story was still burning!

"Kellum, is your writing desk on fire?"

"Ummm, no sir, that's just my the glow of positive feedback on my stories..."

"Positive feedback? With your stories? On this wiki, with the content that you posted? Can I see it?"

"No."

"Well, good day then!"



"No mother, that's just reader appreciation!"

And so, there you have it Widward. Jeff the Killer 2015 was birthed into existence on that horrible day. A product of misfortune and bad timing. If there is any less that can be learned from this, remember, never trust a guy sleeping in a dumpster when he tells you that he wrote a quality story that was not long, not boring and not worse than the original.