The Man Next Door

One day I was sitting around playing Mario 64 when a big moving truck parked in the driveway of the old house next door. They stared unloading televisions, game consoles, and one bed. Whoever had moved seemed to be right up my alley! Not soon after the moving truck had left I realized that a blue mini van had been parked behind the moving truck. A man came out. He seemed to be in his 20's and wore a tank top with ripped jeans. And to put a cherry on top he had glasses that seemed too cracked to see through. He went inside the old broken down house.
My first idea was to go and greet him, being new to the neighboorhood and all. When I stepped on the porch leading to the front door I could hear the whirring of computers and the clicking of a keyboard. I knocked on the door and the clicking instantly stopped. The man answered the door. "Hello!" I said. "Erm, a 'hello' to you too..." He seemed a bit asleep. It was as if this was the first time in years he had made human contact. "Well," I said awkwardley "my names Jimmy, but please, call me Jim!" "Well Jim, my name is Mr.Mugging." Despite the odd name I bared with him. "Before you go," he continued. "could you possibly play this game? I tinker around with game systems, and I've became quite good at it!" He held a case for the Wii. It was written in a very goofy cursive, and it was simply called "FRIENDS".
I accepted the offer and headed home. When I popped the game in everything started great. When I got to the title screen joyful music was playing. I pressed start and it instantly threw me in. The screen flashed, "Jimmy, start!" How did it now my name? Not only that but it looked like me also! I started off in the starter home. It looked exactly like my house. I couldn't find anyone in the city. There was a bar in the top right corner, and it kept going down and down, telling me that my character was getting lonely.
Then it got empty, and a suicide scene was shown where my character shoots himself in the face. I took the game and walked back over to my nieghbooor's house. I pounded on the door, yelling "WAS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE!?" The man answered. He said no, with a grin on his face. "Did you like it?" To be polite I said yes. He then ripped the game out of my hands, instantly replacing it with another titled "Torture Friends" I was thinking just how bad this was going to be. When I started playing it was just torture people, and it was the same character, in the same house. This time my family was there.
The screen flashed, "TORTURE THEM!" My character was able to punch, kick, and shoot. I made him kick the character that seemed to be my dad. I kept doing it but then then he barfed, also producing blood from his mouth at the same time. I then shot him, my character aimed for his eye. He screemed in pain, then opened his injured eye, letting blood spill down his cheek and showing his eye. It seemed deflated and blank. He then died, simply leaning back against the wall. I popped the game out and stormed over to his house, feeling sick to my stomach.
He was waiting for me. He instantly took the game and gave me a new one. It was blank. I put it in and all it was is a man is following my character still named Jimmy. The man resembled Mr.Mugging. I pooped it out and threw back to his house. I got ing my car drove away to a hotel to get away from him. How could he have all of these in advance was what I was wondering on the trip to the hotel. I checked in and got to my room. Before I could even sit down there was a knock on the door.
Instead of someone standing there a note was on the floor. I opened it and it read, "You will not soon forget me. I will follow you, like I did before I moved into the nieghborhood. Don't run, have fun!" Signed Mr.Mugging. It became clear. He had been stalking me for my entire life! I grabbed the phone and dialed 911. But Mr.Mugging's voice came, saying "Don't try that trick! I've made that you can't tell anyone! But if you succeed to tell someone they'll think you're crazy!" I hung up. I realized he wouldn't stop following me for a while.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Pointless Violence