I know it's not mainstream or relevant anymore, but I still like Creepypastas. A lot. After I first heard of Slender Man, it didn't take long for me to find out that he was but a tiny piece of a larger puzzle. There were a lot of stories with many m...
A/N: It is no secret that the Lost Episode Creepypastas are one of the laziest, most uninspired stories to ever be put on the internet. However, the stories revolving around the concept behind their origins and how they were produced is fascinating. I was originally going to put up the Lost Episodes story by SlimeBeast, but after going through Lost Episodes Can Be Found Again by HopelessNightOwl, I realized that I was THIS close to making the wrong choice. This is actually a believable explanation for these strange episodes that follow the same formula of 'creepiness.' The only things I changed were some choices of words and punctuation, but other than that, it's the same story.
Part 1 I'm going to tell you a secret. But first, you have to promise me you won't laugh. This is still an uncomfortable subject for me, so I'd appreciate your understanding. Do we have a deal?
When I was five years old, I watched a movie no child should ever see. I don't remember much about the circumstances of my viewing other than that it was at the house where my family lived, late at night, in the dark, with only the television providing light. The film was an animated feature and depicted themes of animal cruelty, death, and dismemberment. The scenes were surreal and terrifying and left a deep impression on me.
For years afterward, the only scene I could remember clearly was when an evil man was drowning a family of cats in a stream, which I would have nightmares about for years afterward. I remember seeing it early in the movie, followed by many more disturbing and surreal scenes.
Remember your promise, because this is the part I was talking about. I never told anyone about what I saw, but the name of the movie was well-known: The Aristocats.
I suppose I could forgive you if you broke your promise, but I must emphasize that I am not joking. I saw a movie called The Aristocats, filled with the scenes I have described, and it scarred me for life.
I didn't think about the experience very often, but it was always in the back of my mind in some way. Though I didn't realize it at the time, I know now that it caused me to shy away from animation and children's shows. It subtly informed my whole outlook on the trappings of childhood. I found myself bracing with dread whenever I had to watch any children's animation in school. My childhood was relatively normal otherwise, for an introvert anyway, but every once in a while, I would think back to the movie and find my inner peace disturbed.
It wasn't until maybe third or fourth grade that I started to realize that my experience with the movie had not been typical. I didn't tell anyone, not even my parents, about what I had witnessed in that dark room at age five, but I eventually figured out on my own that there was nothing horrific about the version everyone else had watched. I still wasn't willing to see it for myself, but I figured if they had seen what I had, I would have been able to tell whenever they spoke of the film. Anyone who had anything to say about it seemed to consider it either a nostalgic classic or unremarkable.
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