The Curse of Evil Patrixxx

Alright, so before I start the actual content of the story, I would like to state that this is my cousin's story, not mine. Everything that happened in this story was witnessed by him and his friends, and I am merely typing it out to spread the word of the horrors he had to go through during his final days. I used to be a skeptic in the supernatural, but not anymore...
A couple weeks ago, my cousin passed away in his sleep at the age of 15. Sad, I know. Before his funeral they had saved some of his personal belongings and moved them to my uncle's house. One day when I was sleeping over there, I got a little curious because I knew that my cousin had a diary, and since he was gone I wanted to see what he had written in there. Yeah, I know, it was rude since my uncle didn't want me or anyone to read it, but I was too curious. I quietly snuck into my uncle's room which smelled horrible because he is always pissing and shitting and cumming in the bed, and I got his diary from within the closet. I was about to sneak back out, until I realized from the peripheral vision of my eye that my uncle was sitting up, staring at me. But when I turned to look back at him, he was sleeping again. Strange. I then tip-toed out of the room to read the diary.
At first it seemed like nothing weird was written in it. There were some entries about a crush he had in high-school, some about him upset that his creepypastas were getting deleted on the wiki, and there were even multiple pages of him writing his own pastas. I read them, they sucked. They were all about his autist Sonic.exe OC. However, one of the pages caught my eye. It didn't have any date, and was written in in red marker, that looked like blood. 
"If anyone is reading this after I die, then follow these instructions. Go into my bedroom, open my closet, and find the lever."
What the heck could that mean? I got up and opened his closet, and looked around. I did eventually see what looked like a tiny red lever, and I pulled it. Immediately, a panel from the wall was pushed out by a piston, revealing a new diary taped to the panel. I was startled by this, but I grabbed the diary and read it. The first page didn't have a date, but instead had a title. The Curse of Evil Patrixxx.
Good lord, I thought to myself. It was probably one of his crappypastas again. However, as I slowly read it, I realized it was much more than a crappypasta. I have transcribed the story below.
The Curse of Evil Patrixxx By [I redacted his name for obvious reasons]
If anyone is reading this, DON'T. You will be cursed to a lifetime of suffering and torture in His realm.
I was skeptical, so I kept reading.
My named is [once again redacted], and I have witnessed to atrocities of the evil lord of stars firsthand, and I have nobody to blame but myself. Why?
...Because I wrote him die.
I audibly gasped while reading this, slowly connecting the dots about everything that had happened over the past week. However, I kept reading.
Yeah, you heard me. I wrote EVIL PATRIXXX die, ZOMG! I know. It's all my fault. I originally wrote a trollpasta on the wiki called "The Death of Evil Patrixxx" and I was banned for ten-trillion decades. I thought that was it. It wasn't. The next day when I woke up, an angry mob was outside of my house. I yelled out to my parents, but they were gone at the store. This angry mob was led by non-other than Evil Patrixxx, his hyper realistic glory in person to great to bare witness to. I am currently writing this as he is trying to break into my room. My uncle came home a couple minutes ago, but I think he's dead. If you read this to this point, you are already doomed.
Wait! I thought. If his uncle was dead, then who was sleeping in his bedroom? I looked out into the hallway, seeing my uncle just standing out there in the dark hallway. I instinctively shut the door, peeping out through the keyhole. His body began to morph, contorting in unmentionable ways, blood pouring to the ground as he puked up what appeared to be pink intestines. I was about to vomit, until I saw what happened next. The pink intestines wrapped around his body, fusing into a single substance until his body was all pink, a face forming from the top point. I didn't want to believe it, but it was. My uncle was Evil Patrixxx. ZOMG indeed.
In a sort of poetic way, I am currently writing this while he is at my door, making weird sounds and coercing me to come outside with sex. I don't want to, but imagining Evil Patrixxx railing me from behind his so sexy. I think I might just step out for just a second...
Category:Trollpasta
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:EVIL PATRIXXX
Category:Hyper-realistic