CreepyPasta Story: It Starts

Chapter 1: A Creepy Introduction

The world is full of interesting things, from technology that has been invented, to legends and myths about beasts and creatures. Some creatures are more well known, such as the Sasquatch, or Nessie the Loch ness Monster. But new creatures and myths have surged the internet. Stories about killer dolls, tall faceless figures, corrupted files that kill, and many more. These stories are known as CreepyPastas. People claim that these are true stories, that these monsters are real, and that they're out there, watching us. Others claim it is utter rubbish, that monsters don't exist, that these stories are merely to entertain or to scare others. Well, what people do not know is that the stories are true, that these creatures do in fact exist. That's right, Slenderman, Jeff the Killer, Smile Dog, all the monsters you've read, are real. But should you be worried? You shouldn't, these CreepyPastas no longer desire the will to harm or kill humans. Instead, they live out their days on an island, off the coast of California, USA. But you're probably wondering, how has no one discovered this island yet? How has no one drifted by this island with their boats and discovered these things? The answer is simple, the dark magic that surrounds the island cloaks it so others cannot see it, any attempts to get near the island will result in hallucinations of whirlpools or other hazards. Seeing the island from the sky is no different, people from high above would just see the water, not the island.

Moving onto the island itself, it's a medium to large-sized island, roughly being a bit larger than the island Maui. CP Island itself has dense forests. A steep rocky cliff near the edge of the land. A mountain that reaches all the way up to a snowy peak. Three smaller islands off the northwest shore. And many beaches with signs that have strange symbols, and cryptic messages. Animals also inhabited this island, ranging from things like birds and lizards to canines and other mammals such as coyotes and bears. But the main attraction to this island is the Hotel. An immense sized building, made of your standard building materials, concrete, brick, stone, steel, iron, all the essential materials to make a strong, firm, and indestructible building. It stands at a whopping 3,787 feet. That's 1,154.3 meters. No building on the Mainlands, otherwise known as the Continents, has even slightly reached those heights with buildings. The island itself is a mystery, despite it being protected from the rest of the outside world, there is still so much about the island that makes it a mystery to even the inhabitants. How does electricity work? How do they get enough food to sustain themselves? How do they care for themselves when they get injured? Despite the fact that dark magic could play a role in this, most of the said magic is used for cloaking the island and any signatures emitted from it. Perhaps more of how the island works will be revealed later into the story.

But now we reach the part where it begins, the months and seasons shifted. The heat of an intense August summer cooled down into a warm September breeze. The leaves of the Forests were still green and luscious as the seasonal shift just happened. As the beautiful sunset over the horizon of the crystal waters of the Pacific Ocean, the lights of the Hotel started to turn on. Hours past after the sunset and soon sister moon rose, releasing her beautiful light. Jeff the Killer, otherwise known as Jeff Woods, was best friends with Slenderman, the tall faceless figure that stands at an eerie height. His height always can shift and change depending on any situation, but currently, he stands at a rough eight feet tall. (Two-point four meters) Both of them were sitting on a balcony of Jeff's room. The two soon looked at each other, before Jeff smiled, well, more than he normally does since he always had that lovely carved in smile.

"Slendy! Now that the dark has come, I'm challenging you again to your note game. I will win it this time, and if I do, you have to..."

Jeff paused for a second, trying to figure out what he would want for his prize if he defeated his friend in this game. Suddenly he got the idea of what he wanted.

"You have to steal me a whole new set of knives from the Mainland!"

Jeff said with his snarky look. Jeff was often confident in his abilities as he was notorious for being one of the most efficient killers of his time on the Mainland.