Spookyness

Creepypasta

*Credit to Shiney Ch*n on Facebook*

I loved horror. Or rather, I loved those bloody, horror gory stories. I found them interesting and fun to read. Call me a sadist all you like, at least I never really go on streets and murder people. Just say that I could handle all levels of bloodiness, for movies at least. As a child, I have watched over 15 18+ bloody violent movies that included scenes like peeling people's skin off alive or cannibalism. Well, for some reasons I never found them frightful or scary, I just watched them like the most normal thing ever.

I guessed for that reason I never got a boyfriend, but I never felt lonely. If I need company, I had my younger sister. She was 7 years younger than me, and loved to bother me around, asking me to play with her, chat with her, etc etc. She was a normal young girl who loved barbies instead of ghosts, so I never paid much attention toward her and just used her as a company when I felt lonely or sad. Anyway, that's not important. I still focused more on my own little bloody horror world.

The only period of time I actually cared and paid more attention toward my sister is when I was 17 years old, and she was ten, and I ran out of horror stories and horror movies to watch. Actually, there were a lot, but most of them are already too cliche for my taste. My younger sister loved that period of time, because I played with her a lot, and chatted with her a lot, you know, letting her bothering me without shooing her, laughing with her, etc. Although I'm not really into that, I just got bored of everything else. I realized my sister is actually quite cute, I realized a world outside of my own dark one is actually pretty interesting too.

However, that thought changed quite fast when I discovered Creepypasta. Dude, the site is wonderful, along with the Facebook page and Facebook group. Suddenly, I was drowned into the beautiful world of a whole lot of new horror, bloody, non-cliche stories to read. Well, as you expected, I kind of abandoned my sister again. I started to read the endless numbers of "creepypastas," or so people called. I fell in love with it, gradually grew more annoyed whenever my sister bothered me.

I guess I kind of raged one night when I was reading a creepypasta and my sister crept on me again for the tenth time. At that time, the story was up about a girl killing her mother and eating her up. The author of the story described it so well I could play the whole thing in my mind. However, whenever I was up to a good part my sister would start to yell at me to play with her. Since I kept rejecting her, I guess she kind of got mad. And well, if she got mad I got mad. We fought, and she threw a pillow at me.

"What are you reading anyway?!" She said angrily.

"Creepypasta. Now you get out," I crossed my arms.

"Pasta? But pasta is FOOD," she puffed up her cheek. "Do you love pasta so much? I CAN make you pasta if you play with me."

Since she didn't have a single idea on what I'm talking about, I pulled her over and made her look at the screen, where I pointed at the creepypasta story I'm reading. "THIS is what I'm talking about, got it? Now, you're interrupting me. Get out and DON'T come back. This is the only time I can read it since I have to go hang out with friends tomorrow for the whole freaking day."

My sister frowned, then looked at what I'm pointing at. She stared at the story for a moment, I guess kind of reading through it, then scowled. However, she didn't say anything. She just got off me and left my room.

She didn't bother me for the rest of the night then, and that's pretty good. Hopefully I scared her off with the intense bloody stuffs I was reading. The next morning, I woke up before anybody, my parents and my sister, and packed myself up to play with my friends. My father then woke up and drove me to our meeting place, then drove himself away to work, probably coming home past midnight.

By the time I got home, it's already nine. However, I didn't see anybody home. Well, I already knew dad isn't home, but mom wasn't in the living room. I frowned, that's strange. That's when I smelled a weird smell coming out from the kitchen. Frowning, I walked toward it, only to find my sister cheerfully dancing out, a plate in her hand. On it is noodles, with red liquid all over it....Wait, is that noodle...?

"Dude, what are you doing?" I asked, aiming toward her. "And where's mom?"

My sister grinned, then held up the plate toward me. Suddenly, I felt nauseous. The red liquid, if I'm not mistaken, is blood. And those noodle-like lines...They looked as if they were....

Before I could think of anything, though, my sister started chirping. "You said you wouldn't play with me and you're reading something called creepypasta, so I thought if I make you pasta you would play with me!" She smiled. "But then you pointed at what you're reading and said THAT's creepypasta. All I see is a girl eating her mom so I thought THAT's the type of pasta you want!"

She placed the plate on the table and pulled my arm over to it. "So I cut up mommy, and since we didn't have noodles, I peeled her skin and made thin, long noodles with it, then used her blood and some salt to make it taste good. That's the type of pasta you want right?" 

She pointed at the "pasta" with a wide, innocent grin.

"It's CREEPYPASTA!"