Talk:Rasper Book/@comment-4127458-20150216011524

Hey, everyone!

This is the guy who found all of these photos and drew up the transciption and such! I'm in no ways he original author of this piece, but I hold special bond to this thing, being its collaborator and transcriber. Heh, you kind of get attached to things that aren't fully yours all the time as a writer and editor, it seems.

And man, this shit does brings back memories of going through the old wikia, and trying to edit old pages because of, well, lack of polish. If anything, that's what gives me respect for this story.

It appears that this little piece I edited has gotten some comments below-- namely criticism. While I do agree that the writer was trying a bit hard, whoever he/she is, I do feel like this is way better than Jeff the Killer and other such "Famous" creepypasta. I believe this deserved more attention than Jeff at the very least, but I do agree that this isn't exactly the best piece out there either. Things like Jvk, Smile.dog, etc. are much better examples of terror.

But I think we're all missing the true creepiness of this story: the fact that the thread at the beginning of this little Rasper saga took place BEFORE the diary. The most recent date I saw this diary on the internet was a year after this thread-- so this wasn't in anyway connected to the diary. There actually was a thread before the thread in this one, but I can't seem to find that motherfucker anywhere... In either case,  that means this story has been around for quite sometime, and may indeed have some roots in the urban legends of the british isles-- or the UK if you prefer that name :P

I do believe that this was based on a killing in the 20's, but, again, that's complete speculation on my end. Whether the Rasper book and other such artefacts of insanity actually exists remains a mystery, and probably will forever be considering this will never be a popular story. In either case, let me give you one final thought on this little tale and I'll be off again!

We'll never know what is real or unreal in this barrage of badly written words. Whether there is fact and ficition in these pages hidden the deep caverns of this website. And I suppose that's the true terror of all of this, isn't it? That there, scattered in the winds, may indeed be waiting a little boo-- all battered with no words on the dark red cover... No indication on what lies within its yellowing pages besides little scratch marks. And the only way to find out its contents is to open it and read.

But in reading, one cannot turn back: You forfeit your life on the very first page. And we can never tell where this book might lie, waiting to pop up and claim someone. That's the true terror of this I have always enjoyed-- and still do! It is why I went edited this, entranced by a book whose soul is like that of an Lovecraft Old God.

So, please, give this story a deeper thought if you can. Oh, and please don't go try looking for that book: if it is real, it will come looking for you.

P.S. some wonderful lady did post a narration of this, which makes this sound a little bit creepier, so go check that out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cklh7OvlTso