That particular creepypasta category got old real fast, IMO anyway. It basically boils down to this:
a) Person tracks down VHS tape of lost episode (Said episode also almost always causes people working in the studio where show originated to commit suicide out of them being driven to madness)
b) Person watches lost episode, and it's filled with "ZOMG, HORRIBLE VIOLENCE AND SEX!"
c) Person goes to studio where said TV show originated and shows proof of tape
d) Execs are all "We have no idea what you're referring to", then confiscate tape and lock it in vault
Lather, rinse, repeat.
It's the same thing with cursed video games:
a) Person watches youtube video of old video game, "gets nostalgic" to play it.
b) Person finds said video game at garage sale/used video game store. Seller gives them the game for free to "get rid of it"
c) Game is always in beat up condition (label missing, marker writing on it)
d) Person plays game, game is 900 different kinds of fucked up (OMG, VIOLENCE, HORROR, DEATH, MURDER)
e) Person is horrified at gameplay, but decides to press on anyway
f) Game causes person to go crazy/kill self/die/etc.
Whoops, forgot to add my favorite stories from Reddit's /nosleep! Nosleep is a really great resource for short horror fiction; in my opinion, there's a significantly lower shit/not shit ratio than on most sites. Plus, unlike most creepypasta websites, you can easily search for the most well-regarded stories because of their high rating whereas shit stories usually languish at the bottom.
Here are my favorite Nosleep stories. Again, my absolute favorites are bolded.
Penpal (a series; read the full version) I just have to say that Penpal has to be one of the greatest pieces of horror fiction of all time. Its author, Dathan Auerbach, actually expanded on it and ended up publishing it as a book. I bought the book myself last year and I just have to say that it’s even better than the original! Definitely do NOT pass this one up!
That particular creepypasta category got old real fast, IMO anyway. It basically boils down to this:
a) Person tracks down VHS tape of lost episode (Said episode also almost always causes people working in the studio where show originated to commit suicide out of them being driven to madness)
b) Person watches lost episode, and it's filled with "ZOMG, HORRIBLE VIOLENCE AND SEX!"
c) Person goes to studio where said TV show originated and shows proof of tape
d) Execs are all "We have no idea what you're referring to", then confiscate tape and lock it in vault
Lather, rinse, repeat.
It's the same thing with cursed video games:
a) Person watches youtube video of old video game, "gets nostalgic" to play it.
b) Person finds said video game at garage sale/used video game store. Seller gives them the game for free to "get rid of it"
c) Game is always in beat up condition (label missing, marker writing on it)
d) Person plays game, game is 900 different kinds of fucked up (OMG, VIOLENCE, HORROR, DEATH, MURDER)
e) Person is horrified at gameplay, but decides to press on anyway
f) Game causes person to go crazy/kill self/die/etc.
It involved a family where the dad *loved* eating McDonald's, and especially loved eating McDonald's with his family, and apparently, whenever his family wasn't in the mood for eating it, he'd have these full blown depression episodes. The story ultimately ends with the dad killing most of his family while dressed up as a psychotic Ronald McDonald.
I remember reading it and just laughing at the whole "WTF-ness" of it.
It involved a family where the dad *loved* eating McDonald's, and especially loved eating McDonald's with his family, and apparently, whenever his family wasn't in the mood for eating it, he'd have these full blown depression episodes. The story ultimately ends with the dad killing most of his family while dressed up as a psychotic Ronald McDonald.
I remember reading it and just laughing at the whole "WTF-ness" of it.
Oh, shit, I remember that! I just looked it up again; it's called "Mad About McDonald's." It's fucking brilliant. Interestingly, it seems to be an Japanese urban legend; it was originally translated from 2chan post by Saya in Underworld (which is a fucking amazing blog, by the way; if you like creepy Japanese urban legends and stories, definitely give her blog a look). That's actually how I came across the story in the first place, I did a massive binge on Saya's site. There are some weird stories but the McDonald's one takes the cake.
Copypasta'd for the lazy:
My dad was mad about McDonald's and he couldn't live without having something from McDonald's at least once a day. It was good for him, but not for the rest of the family who had to put up with him. We gradually started to avoid eating at McDonald's with him, and he showed obvious displeasure at our lack of enthusiasm.
- Why don't you come? Don't you want to eat with me?
- No, Dad, we just don't want to eat at McDonald's.
All of us (me, mum and sister) told him loud and clear. He spent the whole day looking depressed, but he was unrepentant.
On one Sunday Night, after finishing preparing for school, I turned off the light in the bedroom. My little sister was already fast asleep on the top of the bunk bed. I quietly slid into the bottom bunk so as not to disturb my sister, and closed my eyes.
Sometime later I heard the door of our bedroom open. I opened my eyes a crack to see who came in, and saw Ronald McDonald standing there. Ronald seemed unaware that I was awake, and walked stealthily to our bed. From what I saw through my half-closed eyes and the noise being made, I could sense he was trying to wake up my sister.
"Gooood Niiiiiiiiiiight! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!"
I heard Ronald's joyful laugh, followed by my sister's piercing scream, and the violent shaking of the bed.
Something shot out of the top bunk and hit the desk below; the desk tumbled over, and the stationery goods scattered all over the floor.
"What are you doing there?"
From the doorway I heard my mum cry out in alarm.
Ronald turned on the light.
At that moment I realized for the first time that the person impersonating as Ronald was my dad.
Behind my dad, from underneath the desk that had turned over I saw a bit of my sister's pink pyjamas peeping out, around which a pool of blood was forming.
The ambulance came. The paramedics looked at my dad with astonishment. My dad, in his excitement, punched one of them in the face.
"You stay at home!"
My mum shouted, but my dad pushed her away and got into the ambulance with my sister. Our neighbours just watched us, dumbfounded.
I was left alone in the messed-up bedroom.
My dad told me and my mum later that he did it to make us like McDonald's more.
My little sister lay on the bed. She opened her eyes wide, clenched her teeth, and waved her arms and legs uncontrollably.
"nnnnmph, nnnnmmmm, nnnhmmmmn," groaned my sister under the bedcover, who had damaged both her head and spine in her fall.
"Daaaaghhhdyyyyyyy."
My sister, who had been so sweet and pretty before, had changed into a different creature in just half a year.
My mum cried. I said nothing. My dad munched on a Big Mac.
You know, this originally being in Japanese helps explain a lot of the weirdness (not only the content but also the way it's written; it wasn't originally written in English and it shows).
I don't understand why video game creepypastas are so popular, they're mostly the exact same plot but with a different video game every time. I get the feeling its to justify older people liking "kiddy" games (like Mario and Sonic) by twisting them into something edgy.
I don't even get where the fear or suspense is supposed to come from. Fear is a reaction to precised danger...but in the story nothing is actually happening. The scary stuff is just being described. There is no danger, no conflict, there is nothing...
Oh, shit, I remember that! I just looked it up again; it's called "Mad About McDonald's." It's fucking brilliant. Interestingly, it seems to be an Japanese urban legend; it was originally translated from 2chan post by Saya in Underworld (which is a fucking amazing blog, by the way; if you like creepy Japanese urban legends and stories, definitely give her blog a look). That's actually how I came across the story in the first place, I did a massive binge on Saya's site. There are some weird stories but the McDonald's one takes the cake.
Copypasta'd for the lazy:
My dad was mad about McDonald's and he couldn't live without having something from McDonald's at least once a day. It was good for him, but not for the rest of the family who had to put up with him. We gradually started to avoid eating at McDonald's with him, and he showed obvious displeasure at our lack of enthusiasm.
- Why don't you come? Don't you want to eat with me?
- No, Dad, we just don't want to eat at McDonald's.
All of us (me, mum and sister) told him loud and clear. He spent the whole day looking depressed, but he was unrepentant.
On one Sunday Night, after finishing preparing for school, I turned off the light in the bedroom. My little sister was already fast asleep on the top of the bunk bed. I quietly slid into the bottom bunk so as not to disturb my sister, and closed my eyes.
Sometime later I heard the door of our bedroom open. I opened my eyes a crack to see who came in, and saw Ronald McDonald standing there. Ronald seemed unaware that I was awake, and walked stealthily to our bed. From what I saw through my half-closed eyes and the noise being made, I could sense he was trying to wake up my sister.
"Gooood Niiiiiiiiiiight! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!"
I heard Ronald's joyful laugh, followed by my sister's piercing scream, and the violent shaking of the bed.
Something shot out of the top bunk and hit the desk below; the desk tumbled over, and the stationery goods scattered all over the floor.
"What are you doing there?"
From the doorway I heard my mum cry out in alarm.
Ronald turned on the light.
At that moment I realized for the first time that the person impersonating as Ronald was my dad.
Behind my dad, from underneath the desk that had turned over I saw a bit of my sister's pink pyjamas peeping out, around which a pool of blood was forming.
The ambulance came. The paramedics looked at my dad with astonishment. My dad, in his excitement, punched one of them in the face.
"You stay at home!"
My mum shouted, but my dad pushed her away and got into the ambulance with my sister. Our neighbours just watched us, dumbfounded.
I was left alone in the messed-up bedroom.
My dad told me and my mum later that he did it to make us like McDonald's more.
My little sister lay on the bed. She opened her eyes wide, clenched her teeth, and waved her arms and legs uncontrollably.
"nnnnmph, nnnnmmmm, nnnhmmmmn," groaned my sister under the bedcover, who had damaged both her head and spine in her fall.
"Daaaaghhhdyyyyyyy."
My sister, who had been so sweet and pretty before, had changed into a different creature in just half a year.
My mum cried. I said nothing. My dad munched on a Big Mac.
You know, this originally being in Japanese helps explain a lot of the weirdness (not only the content but also the way it's written; it wasn't originally written in English and it shows).
I don't understand why video game creepypastas are so popular, they're mostly the exact same plot but with a different video game every time. I get the feeling its to justify older people liking "kiddy" games (like Mario and Sonic) by twisting them into something edgy.
People who do nothing but play video games would naturally gravitate towards scary stories about video games
It's pretty much the same reason why there's so many people who only listen to video game music
Oh, shit, I remember that! I just looked it up again; it's called "Mad About McDonald's." It's fucking brilliant. Interestingly, it seems to be an Japanese urban legend; it was originally translated from 2chan post by Saya in Underworld (which is a fucking amazing blog, by the way; if you like creepy Japanese urban legends and stories, definitely give her blog a look). That's actually how I came across the story in the first place, I did a massive binge on Saya's site. There are some weird stories but the McDonald's one takes the cake.
Copypasta'd for the lazy:
My dad was mad about McDonald's and he couldn't live without having something from McDonald's at least once a day. It was good for him, but not for the rest of the family who had to put up with him. We gradually started to avoid eating at McDonald's with him, and he showed obvious displeasure at our lack of enthusiasm.
- Why don't you come? Don't you want to eat with me?
- No, Dad, we just don't want to eat at McDonald's.
All of us (me, mum and sister) told him loud and clear. He spent the whole day looking depressed, but he was unrepentant.
On one Sunday Night, after finishing preparing for school, I turned off the light in the bedroom. My little sister was already fast asleep on the top of the bunk bed. I quietly slid into the bottom bunk so as not to disturb my sister, and closed my eyes.
Sometime later I heard the door of our bedroom open. I opened my eyes a crack to see who came in, and saw Ronald McDonald standing there. Ronald seemed unaware that I was awake, and walked stealthily to our bed. From what I saw through my half-closed eyes and the noise being made, I could sense he was trying to wake up my sister.
"Gooood Niiiiiiiiiiight! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!"
I heard Ronald's joyful laugh, followed by my sister's piercing scream, and the violent shaking of the bed.
Something shot out of the top bunk and hit the desk below; the desk tumbled over, and the stationery goods scattered all over the floor.
"What are you doing there?"
From the doorway I heard my mum cry out in alarm.
Ronald turned on the light.
At that moment I realized for the first time that the person impersonating as Ronald was my dad.
Behind my dad, from underneath the desk that had turned over I saw a bit of my sister's pink pyjamas peeping out, around which a pool of blood was forming.
The ambulance came. The paramedics looked at my dad with astonishment. My dad, in his excitement, punched one of them in the face.
"You stay at home!"
My mum shouted, but my dad pushed her away and got into the ambulance with my sister. Our neighbours just watched us, dumbfounded.
I was left alone in the messed-up bedroom.
My dad told me and my mum later that he did it to make us like McDonald's more.
My little sister lay on the bed. She opened her eyes wide, clenched her teeth, and waved her arms and legs uncontrollably.
"nnnnmph, nnnnmmmm, nnnhmmmmn," groaned my sister under the bedcover, who had damaged both her head and spine in her fall.
"Daaaaghhhdyyyyyyy."
My sister, who had been so sweet and pretty before, had changed into a different creature in just half a year.
My mum cried. I said nothing. My dad munched on a Big Mac.
You know, this originally being in Japanese helps explain a lot of the weirdness (not only the content but also the way it's written; it wasn't originally written in English and it shows).
I don't understand why video game creepypastas are so popular, they're mostly the exact same plot but with a different video game every time. I get the feeling its to justify older people liking "kiddy" games (like Mario and Sonic) by twisting them into something edgy.
I don't even get where the fear or suspense is supposed to come from. Fear is a reaction to precised danger...but in the story nothing is actually happening. The scary stuff is just being described. There is no danger, no conflict, there is nothing...
I think it's the whole "if you've played this game, it could happen to you!" thing. They try to make the stories believable, yet are completely unaware of the fact that damn near all of them consist of the narrator buying a haunted cartridge that results in them never wanting to play video games again.
It goes hand in hand with the lost episode pastas. The reader is supposed to get a sense of "oh wow, so this could've happened."
I think it's the whole "if you've played this game, it could happen to you!" thing. They try to make the stories believable, yet are completely unaware of the fact that damn near all of them consist of the narrator buying a haunted cartridge that results in them never wanting to play video games again.
It goes hand in hand with the lost episode pastas. The reader is supposed to get a sense of "oh wow, so this could've happened."
It would be refreshing if they at least did something different like maybe back in the day the narrator was a nintendo fan and never played the original sonic. Or maybe the narrator is someone younger and never had a chance to play the original game. Why does the narrator always have to be such a super fan and played it over 9,000 times?
It would be refreshing if they at least did something different like maybe back in the day the narrator was a nintendo fan and never played the original sonic. Or maybe the narrator is someone younger and never had a chance to play the original game. Why does the narrator always have to be such a super fan and played it over 9,000 times?
Because most eleven year-olds have poor writing, and often write stories that fit into their own fantasies. They are wholly unable to see a story from anything other than their point of view.
There was *one* video game Creepypasta that I legit liked
In the story, a kid plays a cursed copy of Super Mario 64, and the game begins to, of course, go all crazy (OMG, VIOLENCE, HORROR, DEATH!), then finally, as the game ends, a creepy voice is heard saying "I know what you did John...". The kid playing the game is all "Um, my name's Mark." So the creepy voice replies ".....Oh! Shit! My bad! I thought you were John!", then suddenly reverts to a normal game of Mario 64.
I don't understand why video game creepypastas are so popular, they're mostly the exact same plot but with a different video game every time. I get the feeling its to justify older people liking "kiddy" games (like Mario and Sonic) by twisting them into something edgy.
I don't even get where the fear or suspense is supposed to come from. Fear is a reaction to precised danger...but in the story nothing is actually happening. The scary stuff is just being described. There is no danger, no conflict, there is nothing...
It's more of shock value. Let's say there was a game(s) that you played as a child, it was sold or misplaced, whatever. One day as an adult you and your friends were talking about it, nostalgia hits you. Then you check out videos of it since buying used things nowadays are 50/50. You then read stories about these games you played and other people detailing the most craziest, fucked up shit that happened in the game.
You realize that the game you loved had some dark secrets you never discovered or known about. In other words, those video game creepypastas are basically "Ow, right in the childhood".
The creepypasta that's good is really, really good. The rest is mediocre or flat-out godawful. The problem is that there are just so many tweens/hack writers who keep posting the same derivative, unoriginal crap and hopping on whatever bandwagon they see. There can only be so many stories about a cursed video game cartridge or a super disturbing "lost episode" of a Nickelodeon show before the whole concept starts to get bogged down. I've also found the huge focus on Jeff the Killer to be really annoying. The original story in and of itself isn't bad (definitely not great, but it's passable) but it has one of the biggest "what the fuck, how did this happen" fandoms I've ever seen. Every other creepypasta that's published nowadays seems to be a ripoff of Jeff the Killer or a story that focuses on him.
But, like I said, there are some diamonds in the rough. Most of them were written years ago, before the creepypasta trend became really huge. Here are some of my favorites (my absolute favorites are bolded). Obviously, it's all very subjective so what I adore you might think is garbage.
And here are some by Slimebeast. He's a great author; imo he's the best creepypasta writer out there. I really think that he could go pro and publish a short story collection. I'd certainly buy it.
Slimebeast is great and one of my favorite Creepypasta writers. The problem with him going pro is people from Mr. Creepypasta's fanbase are trying to sabotoge him because of Mr. Creepypasta reading his stories and making money through clickbaiting.
Now the new thing going on is Slimebeast made an albeit 'sexist' post on Tumblr and has been in a keyboard war with some poster on there.
