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BEN Drowned or Haunted Majora's Mask is a well-known creepypasta ( and later an alternate reality game ) created by Alex Hall,also known as "Jadusable".The story revolves around a Majora's Mask cartridge that is haunted by the ghost of a boy named Ben.
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POST#1 September 7,2010
Okay,/x/, I need your help with this.This is not a copypasta,this is a long read but I feel like my safety or well-being could very well depend on this.This is video game related,specifically Majora's Mask,and thus is the creepiest shit that has ever happened in my entire life.
Having said that,I recently moved into my dorm room starting as a Sophomore in college and a friend of mine gave me his old nintendo 64 to play.I was stoked,to say the least,I could finally play all of those old games of my youth that I hadn't touched in at least a decade.His nintendo 64 came with a yellow controller and a rather shoddy copy of Super Smash Brothers,and while beggars can't be choosers,needless to say it didn't take long until I became bored of beating up LVL 9 CPUs.
That weekend I decided to drive around a few neighbourhoods about twenty minutes or so off campus,hitting up the local garage sales,hoping to score on some good deals from ignorant parents.I ended up picking up a copy of pokemon Stadium,Goldeneye ( fuck yeah),F-Zero,and two other controllers for two dollars.Satisfied,I began to drive out of the neighborhood when one lst house caught my attention.I still have no idea why it did,there were no cars there and only one table was set up with random junk on it,but something sort of drew me there.I usually trust my gut on these things so I got out of the car and I was greeted by an old man.His outward appearance was,for lack of a better word,displeasing.It was odd if you asked me to tell you why I thought he was displeasing,I couldn't really pinpoint anything-there was just something about him that put me on edge,I can't explain it.All I can tell you is that if it wasn't in the middle of the afternoon and ther were other people within shouting distance,I would not have even thought if approaching this man.
He flashed a crooked smile at me and asked what I was looking for,and immediately I noticed that he must be blind in one of his eyes: his right eye had that "glazed over" look about it.I forced myself to look to his left eye instead,trying not to offend,and asked him if he had any old video games.
I was already wondering how I could politely excuse myself from the situation when he would tell me he had no idea what a video game was,but to my surprise he said he had a few ones in an old box.He assured me he'd be back in a "jiffy" and turned to head back into the garage.As I watched him hobble away,I couldn't help but notice what he was selling in his table.Littered across his table was rather.....peculiar paintings; various artwork that looked like ink blots that a psychiatrist might show you.Curious,I looked through them-it was obvious why no one was visiting this guy's garage sale,these weren't exactly aesthetically pleasing.As I came to the last one,for a reason it looked almost like Majora's Mask- the same heart-shaped with little spikes protruding outward.Initially I just thought that since I was secretly hoping to find that game at these garage sales,some Freudian bullshit was projecting itself into the ink blots,but given the events that happened afterward,I am not so sure right now,I should have asked the man about it.I wish I would have asked the man about it.
