User:A4296X

Thursday August 12 11:00 p.m.

Psychiatrist: “I’ve heard a lot about you, Kent.” Kent: “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyway you have to help me.” Psychiatrist: “What seems to be the problem?” Kent: “Well, it’s a long story...” Psychiatrist: “Take as much time as you wish. I have plenty of it.”

Kent: “Fine, but I can’t make any sense out of this. It all started on monday. I had a friend named Fredrick. He was always into this creepypasta stuff. It all seemed like mindless blood and violence to me, but he told me that there was often much more. That a lot of the time it was more than knife murders and frightening images. He said that he found poetic justice, and that we should rethink what we think is evil. I think he lost his mind. Anyway, he made a video where he talks about everything he has learned about creepypasta. He also says he found a “special virus” hidden deep within the site.

Fred came to my house at 6 in the BLOODY MORNING! He apparently had come just to talk about his big “creepypasta eye opener”. Once I opened the door and strolled in with his coat and shoes lazily tossed on the ground around him. He walked to the fridge, got himself a can of coke, and sat down on the couch near my computer. He had his “42 GB USB” on a necklace like the showoff he is. He plunked the USB on my living room table without a care in the world. He says “This video is going to be very big, but I finished a little late, and I kinda forgot that me and my parents are going to Sweden today. If you could just publish it to my youtube account, that would be awesome. My account is called “jeff 324” and my password is “potato”.” Before I could answer he tossed his half full can in the trash and left. If I was lucky he heard “ I..uhhh I guess but-”

After what felt like hours of cleaning up his footprints on the living room floor, I went on my computer. He is so immature with his dumb potato stuff. What does that even mean? I guess he read some dumb spaghetti about it. His username and password fit, BIG surprise. Anyway his file was packed with responses to his comments on his favourite paranormal videos. One weird one caught my eye. “Don’t listen to him. He’s a liar.”. I suppose that if I had listened to him ramble on about that stuff, I would understand.

Anyway he actually posted no videos, just comments. Eventually after more snooping around (he watches some weird stuff) I got to posting the video. And then it hit me! I have been listening to him talk about how “crazy awesome” this video is, and he was not letting anyone see it. Feeling bored to death I decided to watch this “revolutionary breakthrough” for myself. The video started off with a picture of what looked like a cartoon guy wearing a full face white mask with a cheeky grin while a laugh played in the background. After the dumb cackling noise seised, the picture faded and went to fred. He was wearing an army jacket (from a thrift shop, I guess) and a combination of sunglasses and what looked like the bottom half of a skull. I think he was trying to hide his face, as if what he was about to say would get him in trouble or something. In about five seconds he noticed the camera was on. Then he began to speak. He said (and I Quote) “Hello viewers, you came here for one reason. Creepypasta. I have been researching for months on the patterns of these pastas. My research came on some of the following conclusions: Never go alone, always do what they say, never finish the lost episode, and Be afraid of the dark. but after awhile of scanning the site itself, I have found something astonishing...A virus. This virus only lurks this site, and its ways are different than the others. Instead of destroying and multiplying, this virus roams the site and leaves a trail of destruction. I don’t know how it appeared, but I know how to get rid of it. All you have to do is-”

The video went to static and there was nothing to see. I thought angrily to myself “This video is a spoof! There is no virus at all!” I scrolled down to write a comment (Lets not get into what I was going to type), when suddenly I heard a robotic voice say: “Hello, Kent .T. Firestone. I know what you are trying to do. You and your friend cannot destroy me.” Fiercely startled, I scrolled back up to see Fred, same as before.

I was sure that Fred made this one big prank, to troll me. “Very funny!” I said to no one in particular. once again I went to comment, when suddenly the voice says, “Do you like viruses?” Once again I scroll up to see Fred, when suddenly I notice that the red slider on the bottom of the video, says that the video has ended. “well...Are you going to answer?”

Now I knew something wasn’t right. The video was not only messed up with it’s time, but the video was also speaking to me. My curious side took the better of me and I responded. “No, Not really.”

He seemed disappointed, “Why not?”,He said. “Well they hurt my computer, and they make everything slower.”. “Well what if there was a virus that just lived on the internet, and lived off its natural pre-spawned resources?” Now he seemed specific, almost like he was talking about the virus he was talking about before the static.

By now I had heard enough, and said: “Sorry, I need to go out and get something. I’ll be back tomorrow.” I logged off the computer quickly, and began to think about what had just happened. How could I talk to him? Who is he? Why is he choosing to talk to me? Should I log on again to talk to him?

I decided to put off talking to him and go back to work. Besides, I did everything I needed with that video. This idea lasted about a week, until my curiosity once again got worse. When I logged on again he now seemed mad. “What happened to “I’ll talk to you tomorrow” Kent?” It was now clear that either Fred or some hacker made a way to talk to me from the video. If it was a hacker, he (or she, but I highly doubt it) knows my name.

“Is that you Fred?” I asked. “Fredrik Matherson is all talk and no action.”, He responded. “He couldn’t pull off these feats in his dreams.” Now there was no way this guy made this as a joke video.

“As I was saying, I thought talking to you would help me get to know the human race, but I guess I’ll have to see it myself.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s just say, I’ll be in your shoes...”

Before I could respond, he took of the skull. His mouth was red and blood dripped off his chin. Next he reached for the glasses. He slowly slid them off with a satisfied smirk on his face. His eyes were bright green and glowing. The video cut to static, and ended.

I couldn’t sleep that night. I was thinking about what had happened, when suddenly I felt sick to my stomach. I rushed to the bathroom and began to throw up. I closed my eyes as my throat burned. I felt something big pull my mouth open wider. Finally after an hour of torture, I saw something terrible.

The toilet was almost overflowing with blood. I saw my heart,lungs,and stomach floating in the mix.

Before I knew it I woke up on the ground in front of the toilet. I thought that it must of been a bad dream, but when I pulled myself up, the toilet was still up to the brim with thick red blood.

I called the doctor and he said “Stop making stuff up, kid.” So I came here.

Psychiatrist: That’s quite the story, but are you sure the blood part wasn’t a dream?

Kent: I swear it’s as clear as day to m-

Kent hit his head on the table.

Psychiatrist: Kent?

Kent lifts his hands and plays with them, without lifting his head.

Kent:(With robotic tone) I am true to my word, aren’t I Kent?

Kent lifts his head revealing glowing green eyes. He begins to stand up.

Psychiatrist: Stay back! (Pulls out tranquilizer injector) I don’t know what got into you!

Kent: (With robotic Tone) I do.

Kent lunged for the psychiatrist, but he moves out of the way in time. He crashes to the ground in front of the guard. He stabs his own needle into Kents back. An eerie glow comes out of the wound, blinding the guard. The psychiatrist ran out of the room in fear. The guard follows right behind him. Kent gets up and looks into the security camera with a smug grin.

“Goodbye.”

The camera cuts to static.

Officer Calistant: I’ve seen this video three times already,and I still don’t understand.

Officer Clark: We don’t need to understand. All we need to know is that whatever it is, it’s out there somewhere, taking lives, and there’s nothing we can do about it.

On August thirteenth, Fredrik Matherson was found dead, in a bathroom in sweden with his blood and organs floating in the toilet, in front of him. His eyes were pitch black. On August fifteenth, the video “creepypasta eye opener” was taken down and deleted. On september ninth, police found Kent Firestone, also dead, also with pitch black eyes. When both boys parents were questioned, they didn’t seem to notice he was gone.