It's ok. You already know I'm crazy. I have imaginary friends still... OF COURSE I'M CRAZY! And now I am seeing things and hearing things and it is freaking me out. Ok, I know the Creepypastas aren't real and everything, these are just a few times that.... I was like... hallucinating...? I guess...?
(I really hope that this one won't delete itself again!)
OK! NOW ON WITH THE SHOW!
 
 

Ok. So I was just laying down on the couch being lazy. I was looking threw my phone sending out some streaks on snapchat. Then I heard the laundry stopped so I was like (in my head) 'oh shoot bro! I gotta go do the laundry cuz I'm like. Ya know a good kid!' So I got up and started walking, not even 4 steps latter, I was like 'WHAT FUCK!?!?' I freaking saw a Laughing Jack face just freaking floating in the air, really high up too, so I was like 'yo. What frick!?' I fell down on my butt and just looked back up to where it was but it was gone. As if it was never there. 'Uh... Hey! Jack, bro. Come back here! I want to fuckin dieeeee!!!' Then real reality hit me, and I felt like a bit of my life was taken away and my chest sank in a little and I felt like I couldn't breath for a second. I took a deep breath and everything was back to normal. 'Ok. I guess that's a thing now.' I took a breath then realized that my freaking stuff was back! "F-frrrrrick! D-do you e-even know ho-w long it tak-k-kes to get rid of thes-se!"

Then I was pissed off for the rest of the day trying to stop my weird stutter thingy again along with a few other things, that happened a few months ago so I might have messed up the story, but I know the ending was right for sure. I remember it very well cuz that feeling I got the poo scared outta me. But on the plus side I am getting better a controlling my lil weird things! Yay for meee

Ok this is another time I was... hallucinating?...

This story takes place long ago. In a time where, I didn't know what Creepypasta was, a time where I would be scared of gore movies. A time when I was a peaceful child. A time where I was learning about the evil things in the world. A time where other kids liked to be bullies.

Ok, so I was all sad because... well I don't remember. I went outside to go and cry like I usually do. This time was different though. It was getting dark out so I just sat on the swing and cried. Soon it was really dark and I pulled myself together and was about to start my walk back since I was scared of the dark.

I got up and looked around. I heard a loud noise, I can't remember what it was but I remember that it wouldn't stop. I looked into the trees and saw a weird thing. It looked familiar, as if I had seen it like that before. As I stared at it I suddenly felt a strange feeling. It felt like someone trying to convince me to leave. I snapped myself back to reality and ran home.

On my run I started remembering all the terrible dreams that thing gave me. All the times it killed me in my dreams and stuff.

Once I got home I drew a picture of what it looked like and showed my brother if he has ever seen it before. He said "well no dip Sherlock. Everyone knows who that is!" I asked who it was and he said that is was called The Slenderman.

I asked my dad about it and he pulled up pictures on his phone. There it was, the creature from the trees.

After that I was very scared of The Slenderman.