"Scary Videogame"

"Scary Videogames"

Let me explain.
I got a few games from my grandparents attic. My older cousin who used to live with them was a pretty big sonic fan so a lot of the games where in that general group. I myself never really cared much for sonic but I was bored and wanted to have something to do.
When i got home with the games I of course played them. They where mainly just old sonic games and even some Pokemon. The title screens where normal, nothing seemed off aside from a few lags. But the games where old kept in a dusty old attic so I don't blame them.
I even got through a few levels without a problem, then the player model for sonic stopped moving. I thought it was lag and waited. As I expected it did start to work again. The only problem was now the screen kept glitching. Textures where going crazy and the music messed up....me being a Creepypasta fan my first thought was "This looks like a badly written story." So I turned off the game like a smart person and just started up one of the different ones. No biggie.
And as I thought, the game flowed perfectly....until it started glitching again. I groaned and turned it off. Maybe all these games are trashed. Who needs video games anyway? I decided to just return the games to my grandparents tomorrow
I went on about my day. Nothing weird happened up until the witching hour, I started feeling unsafe. Like someone was watching me. Now of course I checked the house. No one was there. No Slenderman bull crap or intruders. Nope. The only person there was my mom, but she was in her room talking to someone on the phone. I went back to my room to sleep. I mean yeah its the witching hour so might as well sleep.
I woke up around 6 or so, honestly shaken. I felt like there was something on me. I didn't see shit but I felt something like figures tracing my arm. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Splashing my face with water I jumped back a nearly broke my fucking mirror because I thought I saw someone. Once again my first thought was "This sounds like a Creepypasta" so I rolled my eyes and went to my moms room. She was asleep but I got into the bed with her. She wouldn't mind I actually tend to do this a lot.
I slept for a few hours. This time when I woke up it was like normal. I woke up to my mom laughing about something on TV. I smiled alil and got out of bed. I went to my room, I started to sit on the bed but I noticed the games toppled over. I leave my games neatly so them being a mess was odd. I got it up and was reminded that I was gonna drop the back off at my grandparents. I told my mom I was going and I started on the walk there. I kept hearing whispering. Like someone saying my name. I looked around. No one. There where people walking the city streets as well but none of them paid me any attention. Why would they? I'm just a random teenage boy.
About halfway there I heard tired whirl and felt someone pull me back, after I recollected myself I saw that there was a car in front of me. It had swerved off the road and hit a light post, I looked behind me at the person who had pulled me back. They started cursing out the driver, calling them ignorant and telling them to pay better attention. The driver seemed confused, like he had no clue what had just happened. I dipped out, I was still just trying to get to my grandparents and I didn't want to be a part of near death drama. When I got to my grandparents house I told them about the car and they reasonably where shocked.
I went to the attic to return the games. I heard the whispering again, this time looking around I was met with the quite attic. I shrugged and started to walk down stairs. Before I left the room I heard one last whisper "Thanks for returning my games Cuz" I looked behind me as I left.
I asked my grandparents if one of them had said it, nether of them did. But. They did tell me more about my cousin. It was to my understanding that he moved out and went to Oklahoma. But apparently he actually died. He killed himself in the house. They said that every night at the witching hour he would play one of his games, and you'd hear the music and clicks coming from the attic, they'd tried sending them to a second hand place but they'd always hear my cousin yelling and telling them not to. They where the only thing he wanted. They thought he'd be fine with giving me the games because well...we're related. But..they where wrong.

Regardless. After returning the games I DIDN'T almost get hit by a car. I didn't hear whispers. I slept like a baby that night.
Yeah. I got out of it fine.
But think, what if I was one of those people from most gaming pastas?