Крипипаста

Bedtime is supposed to be a happy event for a tired child; for me it was terrifying. While some children might complain about being put to постель, кровати before they have finished watching a film или playing their favourite video game, when I was a child, night time was something to truly fear. Somewhere in the back of my mind it still is.

As someone who is trained in the sciences, I cannot prove that what happened to me was objectively real, but I can swear that what I experienced was genuine horror. A fear which in my life, I'm glad to say, has never been equalled. I will relate it to Ты all now as best...

I just got kingdom hearts (the first one) from gamestop brand new, so I cracked out the old PS2 and gave it ago. The first thing I noticed was that the Название screen didn't have Sora, it was Kairi. "What the hell.." I сказал(-а) as I stared at the picture of Kairi. The song was just a little higher pitch than I remember, I thought it was just me and I pressed New Game. Instandly I was Sora and I was in Hollow Bastion. The KeyBlade was Oath Keeper and Ты could talk to Kairi. I talked to Kairi and she сказал(-а) "Sora...your time..." Then Kairi disappeared. My controller shaked and the oath keeper started...

You'll probably read this and say, “That persons got issues.” Well, I don't have issues.

It's nothing new to Ты people, but let me say what I want to get out to you. CreepyPastas are real. Ты may think after Ты either make или read one that its all just fake. It's not. As Ты write a CreepyPasta, the main character, monster, или whatever it's about takes shape in real life. I know from experience.

I'll be playing a Sonic game and see his eyes and mouth change to the exe status. Every damn time too. But it's only for a second, then I'll hear someone whisper to me to keep things interesting...

~Not Mine. Taken from the Крипипаста wiki~

We've all had those times, late at night. Maybe you're a little tired, and Ты turned off your lamp to help Ты relax, so it's just Ты and the dull glow of the screen. Ты hear a little noise behind Ты and jump. Ты turn around, and there's a jet-black silhouette of a man in the corner. But as your eyes focus, Ты realize it's only just your curtain. Damn cat was playing with it again, got it all twisted up. The house was just settling, and your mind jumped to a dark place. Nothing to be afraid of, not really.

That's pareidolia. It happens to everybody...