Mine was either Sonic.exe or Jeff the killer. Can't remember which since both popped up at the same time for me.
Mine was either Sonic.exe or Jeff the killer. Can't remember which since both popped up at the same time for me.
Oh God, I actually have a story about this.
See, it's actually rather debatable when I first discovered creepypasta I guess. This is my story.
I grew up around the internet. I've used the internet on a consistent basis since maybe 2007 and perhaps even 2006, and I was only two then for the most part. As such I've seen a lot over the years, a lot of things that terrified me and a lot of things that captivated me.
I wasn't very much into horror as a kid as much as I was into gore. I loved Mortal Kombat (still rather enjoy it to this day even if I do realise it's sorta dumb) and old animations like what was it called?, The Pit? Anyway I know I loved that sorta stuff, but that's obviously not horror in any capacity. MK had the over looming sensation of horror but that mainly lays in its goriness obviously.
I was five or six years old when I first saw a picture that changed my life and I didn't even realise it at the time.
Have any of you ever seen a video called 'Let me hear your war cry' and it's just this looping gif of a scene from Full Metal Jacket but their faces are replaced with what looks like baby doll faces and there's this raising tone which sounds very similar to moaning/screaming?
I was at my grandparents' house one evening while I was watching it. You see it was hilarious to me back then as I was sitting there on their shitty Windows Vista, and now it stands as a testament to the existence of fridge horror. When something is scary in hindsight. Whenever I watch that video now it disturbs me, and not even because of the memory I have associated with it. It's the video itself that makes me so uncomfortable in that scenario.
I guess you could say what I saw scarred me for life, even if by this point I am mostly desensitised, merely because of the fact that the memory has never left me. Or perhaps it is the real life equivalent of foreshadowing. Although I try to apply meaning to every childhood memory of mine and how it relates in juxtaposition with the current, obviously, I'm imperfect. Although I often say my life has one individual purpose, it is clearly untrue to anyone who can apply any sort of critical thinking, and even I am aware of this. However it is things like these which feel to say otherwise; feel to say, "relish in your own pretentiousness;" make a memoir out of your own body and soul, and the souls of those who relate to your story, inextricably connected to you now for all eternity written in the obscure facets of a corrupt fourteen year old online messaging board.
Three words and an image which change a life forever.
"Go to sleep" and the face of Jeff the fucking Killer in a YouTube recommendation feed, by user sesseur, in perhaps 2009 to 2011. God knows. Does it matter? All that matters is a six(?) year old saw the worst thing imaginable to itself.
True horror. Or so I thought.
I screamed. Kicked away from the monitor as children might do, probably. As if I remember that clearly. I remember I got over it pretty quickly. I remember I couldn't sleep that night though. Exhausted in the next day.
I didn't even watch the fucking video. I never did. Ironic, is it not? I was able to know something about him before I even knew about his character. He comes in the night, this fictional character; or I just associate the darkness with the horror in that age; after all he is shrouded in blackness most in the picture; perhaps that is what made the likes of Marble Hornets so terrifying when I first watched it, aged nine, and saw that it was in broad daylight.
But that's not the point. I forgot about it. Never looked into it. Was afraid to go back to a war cry video not for its contents which were scary, but rather the other sights it may bring by the fundamental means it used to bring itself, a recommendation.
So for a long time I was normal. Normal enough for a high-functioning kid, I mean.
Until 2013 when more recommendations started cropping up.
A channel called SomeOrdinaryGamers.
Surely just because the videos had the word "creepy" in the title I shouldn't have watched? Well, I wouldn't be here today if that were the case, even if Mutahar is a lying, plagiarising scumbag.
Touhou 14. What a simple name for a bad story that would lead me to both the darkest depths of myself and to the greatest inherent prosperities of my life.
It's been almost six years now.
Jeff the killer
I think mine was sally williams but i'm not sure
it Was slenderman but at the time I didn’t know but than I seen Jeff than I looked into it and I found out what Creepypasta is
it Was slenderman but at the time I didn’t know but than I seen Jeff than I looked into it and I found out what Creepypasta is