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Okay, here's my first Pasta. I had it done for a while, but the wiki was giving me some trouble in joining. I finally got it to work, and I already have 2 done, but I just wanted to put the first one hear before I add more. So without further adieu, Just Smile:  Just Smile 



 Biology class seemed to drag on for eternity. Suddenly, the bell viciously rang, and a wave of students flooded out of the compact doorway. Amidst the crowd was me: Kelsey, Kelsey Alexander. I walked across the hall into the bathroom, which was surprisingly empty. Normally there were crowds of girls, either waiting or just chatting. I stepped over to the sink and faced myself in the mirror. My bright blue eyes and red hair shimmered in the low fluorescents in the room. I was the pure definition of ginger, to the point where I wasn’t even offended from people calling me one. I exited the bathroom and walked across the courtyard to sit with my friends, the cold air stinging my pale face. My friends and I were an odd folk; we always sat on the ramp everyday and talked about the craziest things. Everyone had their own unique qualities. Joseph was the funniest person I knew, Quinlan was incredibly nice and always wore the coolest cosplays to school, Tom was incredibly compassionate, albeit a tad crude at times, Shelly was the queen of puns and hilarity, and the list goes on. However, when I walked over, someone was looking through the metal fencing along the sides of the ramp, through the bars. He was wearing his dark sunglasses, but I could tell for sure he was looking directly at me. His name was Jason, he never told me his last name. Him and I had a pretty rough past.



 Earlier in the year, about a month after I joined the group of friends, he asked me out. I insisted that we just remained friends, but then I got a message from one of his best friends, Joseph (Yes, the Joseph I mentioned before). Apparently, he wanted to go out with me because he had heard about many of the bullies and torture I underwent in the past, and wanted to make me happy. Since then, we were a lot closer as friends, romantically friends if you will. We went to a movie once, we went to the local food trucks together, we even went over to his place once. Those times were great, but over time, I branched off more towards the other people in the group, like Liz, Shelly, and a few other girls. This went on to the point where I was practically ignoring him, and I think he was catching on. I started branching off from him because over time…he just became increasingly more sinister. He was always a cynical person, and it became apparent to me as time went on. His lips practically curled into a frown automatically! He was also a big fan of creepypasta; some of his favorites being candle Cove and The Russian Sleep Experiment (I know, because he would always talk about them with people). However, his favorite character from these was Jeff the Killer, without a doubt. He would draw various pictures of these menacing characters, but he had made at least 7 of Jeff. The kicker for me was a few creepy occurrences. At lunch, I would hear him occasionally murmur under his breath. I was never able to understand what he said, since he said it so quietly and it was rather loud at the ramp. I quietly walked up the ramp and sat down a few feet from him, he looked up at me and asked me if he could talk to me in private. Reluctantly, I accepted. He took me a few feet from the crowd, and said:

 “I'm sorry if you're bothered with me bringing this up, but do you still kind of like me as more than a friend? Or even as a good friend! I don't know what it is, but I don't feel like we're as close as we were. We don't talk as much, and sometimes it feels like you don't even hear me anymore, especially at school...I try my hardest to join your group of friends at lunch, yet I don't even get acknowledged besides a hi every once in a while. I've been feeling invisible and I don't know what to do…” He had this look that was a mix of deep sorrow and hatred, but I didn’t care at this point. I was fuming, and I downright exploded on him.

 “Well I’m sorry! I couldn’t stand being with a fucking walking, breathing embodiment of negativity! You were so creepy and you wouldn’t give me any damn space! I couldn’t take it anymore, because frankly, you were just bringing me down. I…” I stammered. “I wish you would just smile more!” At that point, I was yelling, as Jason stared blankly into my eyes, frankly on the verge of tears. He started walking back towards the ramp, as my friends stared at me, with a look of shock, blanketing all of them. Jason plopped down next to Joseph, as he comforted him while he sat slumped, silent. I walked up towards my friends and sat. For the rest of lunch, everyone was silent. Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. I looked over at Jason. His face was flushed and wet, as a tear trickled from his sunglasses. He started to murmur, once again, but I finally understood what he said this time.

 “Be careful what you wish for.” Immediately after, he snatched up his backpack and stormed off, with Joseph running after him.



  After lunch, I went to my next class: Math. However, about 15 minutes towards the end of class, we heard muffled screaming through the halls and loud banging reverberated throughout the classrooms. Everyone was freaked out in our room, when suddenly the fire alarm went off abruptly and then stopped after about 5 seconds, which was then taken over by an announcement.

 “Teachers, please lock your doors and pull down the steel shutters on your windows, ignore all bells, we will instruct you when you can open up everything again. A student had…a mental attack in class. We won’t state why, who, or what happened, but he has been found and will be sent home shortly. The individual states that he had freaked out over something and it was a temporary insanity, but we will be sending him home for a few days, just to keep everyone safe.” I had a feeling in my gut, it was him; there was no doubt. The minutes oozed by, with the small classroom in complete silence. Finally, the announcement for the all clear poured from the intercom, and they said that school was dismissed for the day, and the weekend was among us. However, I walked over to the room where the noise came from. I the door wasn’t locked, so I walked inside. I stood there, frozen. The room was completely destroyed. The desks were broken in half, chairs were scattered on the floor, there were giant gaping holes in the wall, the computer was smashed, and on the board, in giant demented letters, were the words: Jason is gone, only Jeff remains. I stood there dumbstruck, until I noticed a faint weeping from behind the desk. I snapped out of my shock and trudged over. Behind the desk was a teacher, about 30 years old, with his head in his hands. I knew that this was Jason’s handiwork. I knew he was a bit unstable, but this is just ridiculous. I left the classroom silently and made my way over to the car loop. My parents picked me up in front of the school and dropped me off at my house, with a key in hand. They yelled out the window that they would be back at 5, as I walked towards the front door.



 I hopped inside and made my way over to the living room with my laptop and phone in hand. I was playing some games for a few hours, mostly Bioshock, Portal, Godus, et cetera. I checked the clock behind me; it was already 5:30. From behind me, my phone vibrated. I bolted around and looked at my phone and my face quickly turned to a look of anger. It was a picture of Jason, a selfie. From what I recognized from the last time I was over, it was a picture of the bathroom across from his room. His hair was mostly neat, but slightly scraggly. He had a devious look on his face, with angry eyes and a small grin. What was weird, though, was that his arms were by his side. Who took the picture? I honestly didn’t care at this point, and I threw my phone back down on the table.

 “Seriously?” I yelled to myself. It was so childish of him. I resumed playing my games. 15 minutes later, I heard my phone vibrate again. It was the same picture, but I noticed that his grin was slightly wider, and his hair was now black, and a little bit messier. What scared me was that he was in the exact same position as he was in before. I was a bit confused at this point, but I just placed my phone down, and resumed once more. 30 minutes later, my parents weren’t home, and I was getting a bit worried. Just as I was about to call my mom, my phone vibrated again. It was the same picture again, except now, his skin was much paler than before and his smile was much bigger, now showing teeth. I was a bit freaked out at this point, so I called my mom. No response. I called my dad, No response too. Out of desperation, I looked to see if they were registered on find my iPhone, and I froze. Their phones weren’t even showing up, at all. I called Jason’s parents to see if they were okay. No response yet again. I cautiously went back to playing my games, looking over my shoulder every few minutes. An hour later, my phone rumbled once more. I snatched it up before it even finished vibrating, with fear coursing through my hands. I froze once the image loaded. Once again, it was the same image as before…except…his face was completely white, entirely, and on the shelf behind him was a dripping bottle of bleach. His smile, once more, was increasingly wider. I finally had the nerve to respond to him.

 “Why are you fucking doing this? If you’re trying to get my attention you’re doing a good job, but this isn’t the right way to go!” He didn’t respond. 10 minutes flew by. I was making dinner in the kitchen, when the phone buzzed again. I hesitantly picked up the phone. It was the same scenario as before, but now he had giant blotches of black ink around his eyes. His smile was at the peak of its width. At this point, I couldn’t take it anymore. I called him, once and for all. He picked up.

 “STOP! PLEASE STOP! YOU WIN! JUST STOP, PLEASE!” I screamed. Complete silence. I was practically crying at this point. I hung up the phone and slammed my phone on the counter. I ran over to the couch and lied face down, sobbing. If only I hadn’t burst out like that earlier, none of this would’ve happened! I lied there, losing track of time completely.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">  I finally looked up at the clock behind me. It was already 9 o clock. I checked my phone. No more messages yet. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to call the cops. I dialed it up on the wall phone, too petrified to touch my cell, and started speaking with a female officer.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"> “There is a person who I think may be mentally insane who is sending me gruesome images.” There was a brief silence.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"> “Okay, Mam, we are going to check your location to see the fastest way to can get to you to investigate.” A bit later, the voice started to speak up again.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"> “Mam, do you think  this has anything to do with the student incident that occurred earlier today?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"> “Yes.” I responded frantically.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"> “Okay, we are sending a few officers over, may be about 30 minu-“ Suddenly, my cell phone erupted with an ear piercing static, which ended with my ringtone. I heard an incredibly loud snap from the garage, and the wall phone completely fizzled out. I dropped the phone on the ground out of sheer terror. My heart was pounding and my breathing was like a bullet train. I slowly walked over to my cell, preparing myself for the horrors that lay on that screen. I thought it was going to be a picture, but on my screen was a video, with a black thumbnail. I unlocked my phone and played the video. Nothing could have prepared me for what was ahead.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"> Jason was standing there, in the same position as all of the rest of the images. He simply stood there for a minute straight, but I kept my eyes glued to that screen. He never blinked, the entire time. The grin on his face was so wide it looked like it would have ripped open his cheeks. Finally, he slowly shuffled towards the camera. At last, he broke the silence, and started to speak in a deep, calm note. It sounded almost seductive in a way.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"> “Be…careful…what…you…wish for.” He stepped backwards, the grin still on his face. He pulled out a long, rusty knife from out of the camera view and stroked it across his tongue. He maintained eye contact with the lens, despite turning his head to the side. He started sliding the blade up and down the sides of his lips, as blood leaked from the cheeks. Eventually, he fiercely tugged the knife upwards, slicing the skin, leaving a torn, fleshy curve on the side of his lips. I shuddered at the sight, like, I was literally shaking, I could barely hold the damn phone in my hands. He yanked out the knife from the oozing skin, which he let the blood flow downward, and started to do the same for the other side. I started crying, sobbing, and knowing with the dread that I was the cause of this terror. It was all my fault; I had let him make me his mood decider. Whatever I made him feel completely dominated him. Leaving him alone for that long and then bursting out like that completely tore me…I mean him. He had become the demon he had idolized. He had actually disposed of his own personality, and replaced it wholesale, Jeff. But I digress, he had already cut the other side of his lips in the same manner. He leaned in close towards the camera, and in that same creepy tone from before, he whispered:

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"> “I wish you would just smile more.” A harsh chill went down my spine. He started speaking once again.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"> “Oh…and you might want to check your window…Thanks for leaving it open, by the way.” Right when he said that, the entire cell phone blue screened and shut off. I dropped the phone and raced towards my room up the stairs. My door was wide open, and from the view from the end of the hall, I could see that something had definitely crawled through my window. The glass was shattered and the netted grating was torn and stained with blood. I ran over to my windowsill and looked out. There were hand shaped bloodstains in an alternating pattern, going up the walls. Suddenly, the door slammed behind me. I jolted around and I shrieked. He was standing there, bloody knife in hand with that soul-wrenching grin. I backed up against the wall, shaking with fear. He murmured,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"> “I just wish you would fuckin smile more!” He lunged towards me. He tore me off of the wall and threw me on to the bed. He pulled out twin daggers from his pockets and pinned down my hands, palms up. He crawled on top of me and shoved the knife in my mouth and jerked it to the side, repeatedly, slicing open my mouth just like he had done to himself. He kept on yelling at me to smile over and over as he moved on to the other side. Blood was filling up in my mouth; I was practically drowning in it. I…I mean he crawled lower and muttered a few words.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"> “I do to you, as you did to me, dear, you made me smile, and you broke my heart into smithereens. It’s about time I return the favor.” At last, he stabbed the knife into my heart, piercing easily right through my breast. Blood gushed out everywhere and I could feel it slowly trickling up my throat. At last, I could feel my life fading away as I was seeing Jason, in a cat-like position, sprawled on top of me, looking into my soul with those gut wrenching eyes and that disgusting grin. My vision clouded up, and that was the end.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Heh..hehe…Hahaha…That’s how she probably would have told it. It was quite easy sneaking in. the dumb bitch left her window unlocked, even though it was easier just to break it. She didn’t even notice me casually walk over to the garage and cut the phone line. She was sobbing her eyes out in the couch so hard she couldn’t hear me. After that, I simply snuck back to her room while she was cooking and sent the final video. Her corpse is starting to reek, and I can hear the sirens coming now. I might as well make my leave, but remember: You should be positive. Be happy. Smile more; don’t make me do it for you.

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