A Creeper's Pasta

Chapter 1

'*.:||~*Who Is Mr. CreepyPasta?*~||:.*'

As the girl grabbed the fourth note, another horrific drawing of the tall suited man was drawn on it with another warning. "I T  F O L L O W S." She sighed. Knowing there is no hope of getting out of there. As she walked down, there was a snap of a twig. She shone her flashlight at the sound showing a white face.

She ran as fast as she could. Away from the suited man. But the suited man was too fast for her and stopped her in her tracks. "STOP MESSING WITH MY MIND SLENDERMAN!!" She screamed but her words did not heed to Slender. As he stretched his long black arms at her, the girl screamed like a banshee as one of the tentacles pierced through her---

"Eek! This is too scary to read! But its so good!" Said one girl holding the horror book called "S L E N D E R". Her friend agreed too. "Oh man, Mr. Creepypasta must be super hot~" She commented looking at the author which was covered by a mask in the book. "I wanna marry him!" "Me too!" And they both squealed with excitement as they bought the new book. "And it always gives you that good shiver!" She said at the counter. "Totally! Its like Mr. CreepyPasta is like, right there!" And they both jumped like the fangirls they are.

Not far from the newly published books, A man with glasses, scraggy brown hair and a nice knitted burgundy scarf was going through some mythology books for reference. "Heh, glad they like it~" He said, holding up his book. This man in particular is Mr. CreepyPasta. But that was just his pen name. His REAL Name is Arthur Downley. Arthur is a college student, learning the arts of a good story. So far, he has become an author of many CreepyPastas. CreepyPasta's are short or long horror stories found on the internet based on internet made monsters such as Slenderman, Jeff the Killer, Smiley Dog and much more. And there are times when its based on real things that are on gone like Rap Rat. And this struck Arthur's interests.

Ever since when he was a child, Arthur loved a good scare. And oh did he love a good horror story. His Grandfather, writing so much more, was an excellent horror story teller. He told stories of horrific dragons to terrifying ghouls. How did this not effect his dreams? There were two ways. One, Make an imginary friend of them and pretend they are not as they seem or two, keep saying its not real.

Another thing about Arthur is that He has trouble sleeping. He is an insomniac. He never sleeps thus he looks hammered when he arrives at work or going out somewhere. He has a few friends worried about him but he says its fine. To him, he can get all of his work done in a flash and study as well. It never effects his sleeping.

Arthur's parents didn't agree at this for they wanted him in the banking system like his father. But due to being arrogant, Arthur moved to the city to publish his stories. At first, people were too scared to open up the book but gradually, Mr. CreepyPasta was all the talk in the Library. and then the book stores, the comics and then nearly everywhere! His parents then saw his true gift and accepted it. And they always await for the next CreepyPasta.

"Excuse me sir? Do you need any help?" Said an employee with her hair tied up in a bun. Arthur shut the book and looked at her with gleaming green eyes. "Aheh, forgive me but I wish to know how much this Mythology book is if you don't mind." He asked politely with a smile. "Ah, that would be thirty-four, ninety-five sir!" She replied with a chime. Arthur nodded and said his thank you's and made his way to the counter. "Hey, did you see Mr. CreepyPasta's new book on Slenderman? Its so spine chilling! I wonder how he sleeps at night?" Said the cashier as Arthur slid his book to her. "Well, He must have a good excercise. Sometimes I read creepypastas and I just say they are not real~" Arthur said.

"Come Back soon!" She chimed as Arthur left the book store with his new reference book for the next up-coming story. He was making his way down to his most favourite cafe not far from the book store on the cold streets of New York. The cafe was called "Kalyps-O". A nice cafe with a little library for readers. "Hello!" He chimed as he walked in. "Ah, our hourly customer! Whats up Arthur?" Said a girl at the counter. "Eh, nothin' much Mizelda. Just bought a new book!" He said, waving it about. Mizelda is Arthur's friend ever sice the cafe opened a year ago. He always comes to the cafe every Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday at 12:00 PM on the dot after he finishes work.

Arthur already told Mizelda his secret that he is truely Mr. CreepyPasta and the leaked information on the next story. "I'm thinking of doing Jeff the Killer but all the stories about him were apparently deleted. I looked everywhere and even asked the Authors but to no avail will they talk about it. Something about going to sleep or something..." Arthur sighed, drinking his tea. "Its a shame really. I once read about Jeff but I can't remember now." Mizelda said, making a cappucino for a customer.

Jeff the Killer is a man whose smile never stops, wide eyes with the darkest of sleep rings underneath and wields a blade to kill the next person who will not sleep. Thus his trademark saying is "GO TO SLEEP". Since last year, there have been killings and all of them are authors of the CreepyPasta Jeff the Killer. All of their faces were carved into a smile and "GO TO SLEEP" was painted on the walls with their blood. Once they figured out the killer's patterns, they told everyone of any creepypasta website, any creepypasta youtube channel to delete any Jeff the Killer related story. And thus, no questions were answered to Arthur as he spoke with the very authors who wrote it.

"Welp! Be going now." Arthur said, looking at his watch. "Ok then. And hey! You coming to the rave party tomorrow night?" Mizelda asked. "Maybe, I dunno. I'll see what I can do!" He said after walking out of the door. But bumped into someone. "Oof! Oh, sorry sir! Forgive me..." Arthur said, picking up his glasses and walking away in a hurry. The man looked back at Arthur through his sunglasses. "...Thats the guy?" He whispered. His dog nodded and snickered. "Then ain't he going to have a nice visit..." He mumbled before walking away.

Arthur lived on the outskirts of New York where the flats looked like a penthouse. His room was pretty bare but designed beautifully. There was a desk filled with paper and a laptop, a single bed with a purple quilt with all of the constellations on it made by his deceased grandmother, a nice small kitchen, cupboards ful of snacks, spices, cereals and yummy biscuits, a small shower with a toiled, a reasonable plasma and a bookshelf full of reference books for his stories. The price was fair and Arthur had a part time job anyways as a Cashier at the small cafe he was just at. It was a really nice home with a beautiful balcony with the greatest view. The balcony was filled with white roses and red roses. Something about them struck Arthur nicely so he bought them.

As Arthur got home, made himself a cup of tea and fed his pet bird Archie, He buckled down on his new hard cover mythology book, waiting for an inspiration for a new story other than Jeff the Killer. He flipped through the brown pages, looking at the strange illustration and indescribable language characters. It was interesting to learn about each monster yes, but nothing struck the creative mind of Arthur. "Man nothing...Sigh, waste of a book but it might be another man's treasure on Ebay...Better go return this and swap it for another book..." Arthur said to himself.

And out he went into the cold dark night. Walking by himself in the dark, it was quite unnerving for Arthur. For one, he has told himself countless times that monster's aren't real. But his brain says otherwise when he looks down a dark alley way or somewhere no man has ever stepped foot in. "Dang the shop's already closed..." Huffed Arthur, Shoving the book back into his sling bag. He walked along the block until he reached home.

After making another hot cup of tea, Arthur went on the balcony and watched New York bustle with life even after dark. It was nice really. Living on the outskirts of The Big Apple. A good job, good flat mates, a good lanlord lady, everything was just perfect. Until he spotted a man down the street, looking up at Arthur under his hood. "Ah, good evening fine sir! Lovely sky we're having~" Arthur chimed, raising his cup into the air. The man kept glaring and moved his mouth. "Uh, did you say something?" Arthur asked, noticing this. "...Go. To. Sleep." The man answered again. "Well, its hard for me y'know? I'm an insomnia--"

"I said. Go. To. Sleep." He demanded again. Arthur frowned and ignored the man. A few minutes later Arthur looked down to find the man gone. "Huh...Better lock the doors.." He said to himself, rushing to his door and double locking it. Hoping the man would never come at him. And by the way.

That thing the man said. About going to sleep. Shook Arthur awfully.

'*.:||~>*^To Be Continued^*<~||:.*'