“Ah, here it is! Listen:
Jimmy the Killer
Jimmy was a lonely kid, and he was always bullied in the school. One day the bullies got too far. They trapped him in an abandoned factory, and Jimmy finally decided to fend for himself. So he pulled out his katana, but the bullies also had swords, and they started to fight on a bridge over an acid vat. Jimmy defeated two of them and cut their heads off, but the third bully took out his bazooka and blew up the bridge. Because of this, Jimmy fell into the acid. His face became real pale, and his hair fiery red. Now he calls himself Jimmy the Killer, and before killing another victim he says: GET ASLEEP!”
Andy yawned and rubbed his eyes. “You know, I almost did,” he said.
“So, you didn’t like my story?” asked Jim.
Andy stood up, took a can of beer from a table and sat back on the couch. Jim still stared at him with hope.
“I’ve told you, Jim, you’re a shitty writer, and you know that. Accept it and move on with your life.”
“Well, that’s why I called you. I thought we can write a better story together.”
“What do you mean, together? All writers work alone.”
“No, not all of them. Besides, we’ll be the first ones to write a creepypasta together. Ain’t it cool?”
“Nah,” answered Andy. “That sounds stupid.”
“Please, Andy, is it that hard to help your friend? I really want to be a writer, but I need to start with something”
Andy smirked.
“Well, if you want it so badly, let’s do it. We only need to find something to write about, you know, something other than you and your issues.”
Jim leaned back in the chair near his computer.
“OK,” he said. “I got an idea, it’s cool and original. Let’s write about some chick who meets someone, maybe a doctor. They talk about some shit and then something strange is going on. At last, the girl looks at the doctor and says: ‘Hey, doc, why does your mouth move like this?’ And he says…”
“TO GRIND YOUR SKIN! Ooga-booga! The doctor is Skin-Taker! Yeah, that’s so original – to write another follow-up of Candle Cove. We need to find something fresh, man.”
Jim spent a few seconds deep in his thoughts, while Andy took a few sips of beer. At last, Jim jumped off his chair with an excited look on his face.
“I got it! A guy buys a video game and…”
“C’mon, video games are such an old cliché. It’s a really, really dead, rotten and putrid horse. Unless, you can do something cool with it, like creepy screenshots, video or even an actual game.”
“What shall we do then?”
“First of all, we have to decide what we are going to write about, come up with some new monster.”
“Go on, it’s your turn. How should our monster look like?”
“Well, I dunno, imagination is not my strong point. How about a disembodied hand that flies into the windows and drags people away?”
