User blog:UP0987654321/My life is a creepypasta...

I have been haunted, whenever I read a pasta, it comes true, The slenderman; Real. Jeff; real. The rake; he's real too. My very own creepypasta is real too. They haunt me. My explanation is that I am different than you, I am a being of a higher level. My friend, who shall remain unnamed for safety reasons, sees things like this too. Near raegen park in texas, she saw something try to claw it's way out of the old elevator and afterwards, she heard evil laughter, and saw clawmarks on the floor. We (me and my friend) are higher beings, we are dangerous. Our minds create things we imagine.