Jackleyn's FairyTale[]
Hello! I realized that I should've uploaded the first draft here first, my apologies. I'm open to any feedback or criticism so I can turn this into a much better version of the story. Here you go. Hope you enjoy.
Formatting this was Hell.
May 22nd | 2013.[]
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Today seemed like any other day.
Bland.
Boring.
Monotonous.
The only way I can make any of this bearable is scrolling through a forum site I think of dearly. The name…I’d rather not say. But here’s a quick rundown. It’s home to many hoaxes, raids, and a bunch of oddballs coming together to create an abominable amalgamation for all to see on the internet. I only began around a year ago, and I’ve already considered myself to be a notable part in the website's history. I was even mentioned in an article. That’s how I know I’ve made it. Though more on the website, I’ve spent hours looking around the boards with people that should have their entire house and devices checked for the better of my safety, people who are TOO vocal about their opinions on minorities, and the mlp fans. It’s like a really big, racially profiled dysfunctional family. Enough on the site dwellers though, I’m a bit late on checking the weird board based on “urban legends”. Obsessed with rumors, incredibly fake images, and the like. It’s my personal favorite to go and bully them out of it.
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Dr-zandonuts > 5-22-13 10:40 AM - so uh, funny thing about what happened yesterday. That weird girl and that little blob thing actually exist…I feel like I angered a spirit or something. Everything’s gone MAD!!!!
GirsBiggestFan > 5-22-13 10:42 AM - honestly I dont know if youre trolling or not man……I think ive been through some stuff O_O
YouSirHaveWonThePrize > 5-22-13 10:43
>> ” honestly I dont know if youre trolling or not man……I think ive been through some stuff O_O “
why are you speaking like a war veteran?????? She really hasn’t done anything notable to me….yet.
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As usual, they act like they’re clinically insane. Though this time this is just pure stupidity. Is everyone on this board on the spectrum? How could a girl and this “weird little blob thing” just make everything terrible all of a sudden. For some reason, I feel like I can’t let this go on. How I’ll confront it though is the real question.
…Actually, I have a better plan.
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Chronoxstasis (PLEB) > 5-22-13 10:45 - good to see this board being abysmally stupid again. I hope you all know you’ve been signed up to an insane asylum and are going to spend the next few decades rotting in there.
GirsBiggestFan > 5-22-13 10:47 - good to see you being a douche again v: dont you have something better to do and not get haunted??
YouSirHaveWonThePRize > 5-22-13 10:48 >> “good to see you being a douche again v: dont you have something better to do and not get haunted??”
- don’t worry about it, once zandi shows up he’ll literally start begging to not get tb’d (which is gonna be the 18th time this happened…lol)
434843082375476$# > 5-22-13 10:48 - hey click this link for some pretty wacky prizes!!1111!!111!!111
GirsBiggestFan > 5-22-13 10:49 - if the scam bot jumped in this would’ve been the funniest event on this board
Chronoxstasis (PLEB) > 5-22-13 10:51 - most autistic event***** you didn't really think that one out did you?
Zandi (Moderator) > 5-22-13 10:52 >> “most autistic event***** you didn't really think that one out did you?”
- Neither did you, loser.
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As always, I got temp-banned for a week. again. Seems that even the moderators don’t understand how insane these guys are. Why are they always on the same board all the time? Get a life. Seriously. It’s not like it’ll get any better. Though oddly enough, a new announcement was made shortly after my ban.
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WARNING[]
It seems most of you forgot to not click everything you see on the internet. Lately, a few people reported to the staff about an odd image about a “girl and a weird blob thing,” (their words not mine) here’s the image below.
Apparently, having any instance of it on your screen for too long will end up in you getting… "haunted". Take note that this was from the UBL Board, but it got out of hand quickly. Have a good day.
- From the best mod ever, Zandi.
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….Are you fucking kidding me? Not only did Zandi pick up on the stupid schizoposting, but an announcement on it as well? If I weren’t tempbanned, I would’ve gone on a literal rampage. I can’t even make an alt because they’d snake me out near immediately. This website can be a genuine pain in the ass. I’ll take my own advice and get a life. I shut off my PC in anger, I’m going to sleep.
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May 23rd | 2013.[]
—-- Where it all started, really.
Yesterday didn't feel that well at all, I forgot to eat or drink anything, but that was probably due to my preceded anger. I’ll just get out of bed as I normally do and…
Wait.
The computer’s somehow still on? Oddly enough, it was on the same page the shittily made announcement was on. My mouse didn’t seem to have any effect on it. I couldn’t scroll, leave, or click away. All I saw was the same image from before.
This is obviously bullshit. I unplugged my computer and left my room to eat something for once. Which took around 20 minutes mostly (scrambled eggs, they’re pretty good.) Though something odd kept happening.
The monitor remained unchanged, and the computer was visibly still being turned off. Was it burnt on that quickly??? I checked for any other cords I should be aware of, they were unplugged as well. Hell, even removing the displayport cable didn’t change a thing. The page remained the way it was. With the image…somehow looking back at me. How long has it been since I’ve had this stuck here?
Apparently for too long. I feel like I’ve gotten a migraine at this point. There’s nothing else I could really do except turn the monitor around. Which I did. But I think that made it worse. I started to feel horrible. I fell down to my knees, a sort of piercing noise was moving from ear to ear, my head started to tremble. I wanted to vomit, though that wouldn’t be good for my room or my carpet. I rushed outside and presumably vomited out there. It took a while to process what really happened, or if it happened at all. I realized that I'm outside. People exist out here. I hurried back into my house.
I think I’ve gone down the deep end. Becoming identical to the UBL board members in some sort of form or way is enough to drive a man to suicide. I think I’m being haunted…but am I really? It’s possible that I'm under the effect of some odd medical condition. I’m not just gonna think that an image could be the cause of this. To prove this, I’m gonna go right back in my room….and see my….monitor…
….what. the. hell. I can’t identify whatever that is on my monitor, but it doesn’t look well at all. My room also smelled a bit more dead than it used to be. I tried to see whatever that thing was or is, and it turned out to be some type of mold. Though not regular, far from it. It’s grey-like texture, its weirdly mundane smell, it all doesn’t really make much sense on how this just suddenly appeared. Could it be the house itself? I’ve only been here for about 3 years, so it can’t be. The odd feeling I had early really started to kick in after I checked the monitor…
….It was her again. The same girl in that stupid image they keep passing around. I might be stooping down to the board’s levels of idiocy. Which really couldn’t be the case. My monitor says otherwise. The screen looked completely wrecked. Something like a broken CRT would be the closest way to describe what I witnessed. I started questioning if it was an elaborate troll or some mentally-ill dickhead actually totalled what had been my computer. I can’t really focus. I have no room to think. I feel like I might be dreaming, but my chronic migraine cancels that out. Now that I know whatever this is has a grip on me, I should try to log down any weird bullshit that seems to happen. For necessities sake.
May 24th | 2013[]
—-- Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Everything was going as you’d usually expect it, though the music slowly emitting from my monitor was probably the only eyebrow-raising thing to happen today. I felt nervous just waiting for something, ANYTHING to happen. But nothing bad did. I managed to have a better schedule than usual, and I’ve gotten a workaround made for the forum site. Today felt pretty productive. I raised my arm presumably covered up from the mold from yesterday to my head to rest.
…..what.
What the hell? How did it even get on there in the first place? First the weird psychic attack from yesterday and now this? Can I even go out in public? I rarely do anyway, but now I’ll be seen as a freak. I tried scraping the mold off of my arm, it remained unmoved. Picking at it was a terrible decision, so I tried a dull blade instead. But my arm started to rapidly pulsate after. I’ll have to think over things twice as much. My monitor began playing an odd song. slowly. The worst part is that it’s on full volume. For all I know this might just be the beginning. I’ll find a way to put an end to it.
May 25th | 2013.[]
—-- I woke up to a room covered in mold. Hard to see through, harder to breathe in. Luckily my windows were unaffected. I could jump through them if something decides to lash out at me. I wish I were none the wiser. All the way down to my left arm and left leg are completely covered in unremovable mold. My voice began to sound very grainy, my sight becoming thinner at the second. Nobody would like to see me like this. Especially my parents.
….Which also leaves me defeated. My family wouldn’t even be able to recognize me at this point. It’s been ages since we last saw each other, and calling them the way I am now? It just wouldn't work. I’d get hung up on near immediately. Would they even care if I died? They shouldn’t cry for me, I’m already dead. Waiting out the days before I’m encased in the consequences of my actions. Tomorrow's a sunday, so that gives me an idea for the better.
May 26th | 2013.[]
—-- I drove one-handedly on the way to the abandoned church. No incidents were found, if this migraine I had earlier persisted, there would be multiple. The mold slowly crossed its way onto my shoulders, and slightly crept up to my right arm. This has to work. It NEEDS to. I stepped out, and headed over to the shallow entrance.
Nothing was there. The inside being completely dark, accompanied with trash, destroyed seats, and a broken mural to make it feel even more eerie. I remembered a rumor about going to this church “cleanses you of your curse” or whatever dumb shit the insane asylum habitants board came up with. I headed to the middle of the walkway, got down on one knee, and began praying…
…Uh, how do you pray again? I don’t remember how to do it exactly, I know the whole hand thing but you’re supposed to say some words with it too? I closed my eyes shut and started saying whatever came to mind….er, thank you god for…making…uhm……..yeah…please forgive me of my sin…thanks.
I think I’ve angered god a bit. The second I reopened my eyes, I was in a place completely different. It looked pale. lifeless. Nothing different from the church I was just in. It feels like I’m in a filter. I feel old. I feel muddy. I feel decayed. I hear birds nearby, chirping along to someone singing. Someone singing in a language I couldn’t recognize. I have no idea where the hell I am, but I need to hide. I tried closing my eyes and opening them again, but someone, someTHING stopped me in my tracks… . . . . …that something was a police officer. I have no fucking clue on what happened back there, this “church” somehow counted as private property. I was let off, as if they didn't notice the mold or my jagged expression. They went on like nothing bad really ever happened. Living in blissful ignorance should’ve been my first option.
May 27th | 2013.[]
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Hell. Just a living hell.
Nearly all of my body except my head felt immovable. The mold drawing itself around my body began to harden. slowly. My house isn’t doing really well either. It smelled horrid. It looked horrid. It FELT horrid. Every single inch of mold assorted with perfectly normal flowers in nearly every corner was followed by a darkened haze. There’s noise going on everywhere. Every second. I don’t have time to think. I don’t have time to process. Was it all really necessary in the end?
Ah. I think I get it. This is my punishment for being how I am. Even though I considered it a hobby, bullying those board members to humiliation were always the highlights of my days. Seeing them fall for stupid things like rage-bait or rake rumors were always just hilarious. Though was it needed? Did I have to be that mean? That cruel?...Well, in a sense, of course. This is just that image’s way of getting back at me….but for what though? . . . . I closed my eyes and hoped I’d fall asleep through this nightmare. . . . ….What?
I looked down at myself to get a gist of my appearance. I felt my head, it was covered in mold as well. Completely hardened. encased. I couldn’t speak. I can’t feel my mouth. I can’t hear myself. Right in the middle of nowhere. There’s a path beneath me, and I follow it hesitantly. I feel like I’m being led in a stairway right down to hell. Whatever’s awaiting me might be thrilled. I can’t imagine what else might be over there. . . . It felt like it took ages, hours for how long I’ve walked down this path. By this logic, I should be heading right out of my body right now. A bird glides across what used to be my ears. Squirrels run past my feet. Flowers are beginning to bloom. If I died and were reincarnated into a princess, I’d really take that over this. But no, I’m still a walking husk covered in mold. Slowly creeping towards what should be my goal. I kept walking. and walking. and walking and walking and walking. I couldn’t feel any of my body, I would’ve given up ages ago if I could. But something that even I couldn’t fathom happened. . . .
May 28th | 2013.[]
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It was her.
The girl in that same image. Her hair being really unkempt, completely falling down to the grounded area. She’s sitting down on a stump, wielding what seems to be a rusty scythe. Immediately proving me wrong by turning into something I can’t really describe…You know 0-2 from kirby? It looks like that, but demented with sears all over. The animals that pass me before run up to her, happy. The flowers begin to rapidly bloom, and start moving around in harmony. Two people crossing by take a gaze upon the girl sitting at the stump. They said something I couldn’t hear, and went on their way. It’d be useless if I tried to go after them. I attempted to muster up any ounce of courage to speak to the figure, but nothing came out. I was speechless. I was hopeless. I was doomed from the beginning. Wasting my time on that stupid forum site led me here in the first place. I was so blinded by my pettiness I couldn't realize I picked up and dialed my own grave. I tried to shed a tear, but nothing came out. I tried to shout out something. anything. Nothing came out. I just stood there. Motionless. . . . . …I wish that had been the case. The woman on the stump began to send the animals on their own ways. Going on their different paths. Going their own separate ways. Something I took note of. She turned around and saw me. Standing there. She looked confused, then started laughing. I wouldn’t have minded it, though my ears felt broken at how loud it was. It went on for what felt like a minute. She stopped and paced herself back a bit. Looking at me. waving at me. . . . It felt like I had a terrible feeling in the place where my gut used to be. I felt nervous. angry. confused. devastated. I didn’t know how to react to this, I don’t think I could’ve.I tried to think of what I could do. I just stared. In an act of total desperation, confusion, and fear,
I waved right back.
She grabbed my hand and took me along with her. Pointing at what would be the sun, but that scythe thing from earlier intrudes. It looks me deep in the eye, and asks me something. Something I wished I could’ve answered sooner, something that left me annoyed to my core. .
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“Do you believe in rumors?”
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