Nostalgia Trip (A Videogame Creepypasta)

Chapter Five

I hadn't planned on continuing this blog. Believe me, I will not be picking up that DS again. It's been thrown back into that cardboard box where it belongs, and where it will stay. Still, I was browsing through my email the other night and received a notification in my inbox. Someone had finally replied to my forum post. I hesitated to open the email. Even if somebody had reached out to me with information about the game, I wasn't sure that I wanted it.

In the end, I did open that email, and I returned to my forum post. I convinced myself that so long as I didn't have to play that game again, I would be okay. Opening the page, my eyes scanned the single response to my question.

"Hey. I know about this game, and I know who created it. Email me so we can talk."

Below his reply was an email address. I won't include it here for the sake of preserving the responder's privacy. As I plugged the address into the email search bar, I paused. I sat motionlessly and gawked at the name associated with the account I was about the reach out to.

"Sammy"

I wasn't sure what exactly to make of it. It couldn't have been a coincidence that the one person who reached out to me about "Township: Village!" just so happened to have a name reminiscent of my childhood friend, right? Someone had to have been fucking with me. At that point, I assumed that someone had stumbled upon my blog, searched for my forum post, and tried trolling me upon finding it. I hastily typed out an email and sent it his way.

"Who the fuck is this?"

He replied within minutes.

"Who are you," it read. I grew flustered as I realized I hadn't introduced myself.

"I'm the guy who posted the forum thread you replied to. Who the fuck are you?"

After I sent that, my google hangouts tab popped up. It contained a message from the address I had been emailing.

"Are you Jeremy from ******** Elementary?" I was taken aback. I knew for a fact that I had never shared my school name on this blog.

"Who are you? How do you know what school I went to?"

"Jesus dude, relax, it's Sam. Do you remember me from school?"

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Deadly serious."

"You're Sam?"

"Yep. Long time no see buddy."

"And you know about the game?"

"Do you really not?"

"Do I really not what?"

"Do you really not know about the game?"

"I swear to God I've forgotten where I got it from and who made it. Please tell me you can fill me in on this shit?"

"Yeah, I can, but there's a lot to explain. Is it possible we can meet somewhere?"

"Maybe, do you live near me? I'm located at (omitted for privacy reasons)."

"That's not far from where we used to live as kids. Guess you haven't traveled too far away, huh?"

"Do you live nearby or not?"

"I can drive there if you give me a few hours. Do you want to meet over coffee?"

"A few hours? You can't just tell me here?"

"I told you, it's a lot. Please?"

"Fine. We'll meet up... One more thing."

"Yeah?"

"I've been searching for information on this game for a while. Whenever I google it, nothing shows up. If you knew about it, and you've been interested in it enough to find my forum post, why hadn't you made a post about it yourself?"

"Because I couldn't bring myself to reach out. I just kept putting it off for years. But man... some things you just can't forget. Every now and then I would check online to see if others had posted about it. Well... not others. You, specifically. I promise it'll make more sense when we meet. Trust me."

I'm not sure what it is he can't just tell me over the computer. I don't know what to expect. He seemed pretty urgent to meet me. I can't say I blame him, I feel just as eager to talk with him. If what he's saying is true, he could potentially be the key to answering my questions. We're seeing each other at a local Starbucks later today. I'll be back soon.

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