CreepyPasta Collections #1

Papa Grande

Magic Show from Hell

Jasper's POV

The clock ticked back and forth above me. It was late in the morning and I fell asleep on my bed watching mindless, late night cartoons leaving the T.V. on in the process. The loud sounds from the morning shows stirred me awake with sounds of explosions and crazy hijinks. I suddenly found myself looking at the clock. It was nine in the morning and I already knew that our parents weren’t home; my mom was working and my dad was out helping a friend move.

Thanks to my luck, my dad didn’t even ask me to help, which was a good thing for me. Tired from last night’s channel surfing, I was hoping for at least one good scary movie or T.V. show to pop up, but all I found were bland, boring infomercials. I sat in bed for a few minutes allowing myself to wake up fully before starting a new day. The grating noise of the clock was the only sound that lofted in my room.

I gazed around at my room until my eyes hit my bookcase filled with chilling stories that I have read many times and now grew bored of. Slowly, I got out of bed and walked towards the bookcase, pulling out one of the books. My eyes glazed down at it as I opened it and flipped through the pages. I sighed, placing the book back, knowing what happens in the story. A ghost haunts, two girls escape by defeating the ghoul by exorcising it from her home.

Same cliche story, same ending. All of the books or movies I watched either had the hero or heroine escape and have their happy ending. It is always predictable and quite sad in all honesty. It is one of the reasons why I strive to find new ways to get a good scare. A new horrifying twist would be most pleasing to experience, but nowadays, people repeat the same formula, never taking a chance to go beyond that endless cycle of horror. I broke out from my pondering and then proceeded towards the door to depart from my room.

“I guess I can make some Macaroni and Cheese...” I thought, making my way into the kitchen. “Now, I just have to find the box,” I instructed myself, opening a cabinet filled with canned fruit and other foods inside of boxes, like spaghetti, noodles, so on.

I slowly leaned in, digging through them. “Where is it?!” I growled. That’s when I saw a hand reach in, grabbing a box that was right next to me. I mentally slapped myself and looked to my left to see my little sister, Rose. She shook the box in my face. “You’re as blind as a bat, aren’t you Jasper?” I huffed, grabbing the box from her hands, sitting it on the counter. “When did you come downstairs?” I asked. She watched me. 

“I’ve been in the living room,” she told me.

“Watching television?” I asked. She nodded.

“Yeah, Spongebob was on,” Rose told me.

Nodding, I lazily responded, “Alright, since you’re here, can’t you help me?” I asked.

“With what?”

“With the eggs, mom taught you how to make them, right?”

“Yeah, she did, but I kind of forgot,” she told me with a frown.

“Alright, I’ll help you, get a pan please,” I instructed.

She started to search. “Here you go, Jasper!”

“Thanks!” I told her. “Now, crack them,” I continued.

“What if I mess up? I did once with mom and the yolk got all over,” she told me.

“You won’t, I promise,” I assured her. She looked at them nervously, cracking one egg against the table.

“Told you,” I said.