Fake Story

Today I killed a man. Is an eighteen-year-old a man? I killed someone the law considers a man, came into his room and shot him point blank. But you don’t need to worry, because the thing is that this story is probably fake.

This site is for horror fiction, for people to be entertained. Why would anyone put a true story on this site?

Personally, I’m putting it here for the satisfaction. This guy didn't lock his door, so I was able to go straight into his parents' house. It wasn't his because it was too big to be his. He was sitting on his bed, completely transfixed by the screen. He didn’t even notice me come in.

When he did notice me, he tried to Alt-Tab, but he did it wrong. I pressed my gun to his head, looked at this site on his screen, and laughed hard.

“The irony, right? That you left your door unlocked, and now you’re getting robbed, but you’re reading scary stories?”

You know what this shitstain said to me? “That’s not irony. I don’t know what that is, but it isn’t irony.”

You could always argue that he’s still alive. He was starting to post less frequently, and it makes sense that one day, he’d stop entirely. Nothing gold can stay, after all.

You could also argue that I shot him in the face and stole his computer, just like I stole the other stuff in his house. You should have smelled him. He smelled like a fucking cow. I just really hated the guy, and you probably would too, if he posted often enough.

But he never logged out, so I got free rein of his account. Thank goodness this guy’s password was so easy to remember. If it hadn’t been for that, I might not have been able to pretend to be him.

I won’t say for how long. I talked to a few people, and they thought I was him. He’s an admin on one site. I messed a few things up, bullshitted a few reasons why I was deleting people’s stuff.

I stopped because I realized the guy had no friends. No matter how long I pretended, nobody ever realized it wasn't me. It got boring, and that’s around the time that I started drafting this story.

I’ve always liked these stories. They pretend to be true, and maybe they could be, but it's more likely that they aren't. I’m glad that I finally got to write one like that.

He’s probably not dead. You just wait. He’s probably going to post here again, next month or year or whatever.

And if he never posts here again?

Good riddance.

By "Squidmanescape"