Here it is, the very first creepypasta I ever tried to write. I was probably 13 or so when I made this and... Oh man.
This is something that really happened to me, I swear that Im not lying. This "something" happened to me on Minecraft and this could very well happen to you too if your not carful so I suggest you take my word on it, please. It all started when created my first world ever on Minecraft. I selected creative mode, named it New World (I like sticking to the original names of things) and spawned in a lush forest As soon as I finish building a small tree house on top of an oak tree, I knew just what I wanted to do. I wanted to fill my land with creations so that no square inch of it be unused. I wanted the build something every where, one biome at a time. I began to build structures every where in that forest, a town, a pixel art of a wooden sword, and even a giant model of the worlds title. I moved on to one land to another. I was going to build every thing every where, place all the blocks, until 1.4 came out. Even with its new features and every thing, I wasn't going to make a new world just to see a measly jungle, I was just fine with missing out. I built on and on I even stared building in the End and the Nether. 1.5 flew right by me. I expanded my creations even more, but never destroyed them. 1.6 came and past and all it did was give me new ideas of things to build in New World. Then came the 1.7 snapshot. I really wanted to see the enormous changes for myself an see what all this fuss was about so, for the first time since I got the game, I made a new world. I kept to creative and named it 1.2 world. When I loaded it up, I was amazed, just downright amazed. There were so many new biomes and features, and it was just a snapshot! I had to build something there, I just had to! I decided to hold off on the things in New World, and built in the other. Less than 6 days had passed and I had already begun to forget New World.
Good grief. The grammar here is horrendous, and it's just overall... Well, cringeworthy. It's not even finished (i think i realized how stupid it sounded while writing it) but it probably wouldn't have been any better if it had.
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"Extremely Sppoky" Creepypastas
HorrorHere's a collection of all the crappy creepypastas I've written over the years. They range from "TERRIFYINGLY" terrible, to "MURDEROUSLY" mediocre, but they all share one thing in common: They aren't any good! I'll update this more whenever I write...
