LUCKY.exe

I knew I never should have accepted that dare, it was stupid of me. Trying to be brave, especially as I'm the official queen of Wussyville. But it's too late for that now; Nothing can get me out of here... they've tried... they've failed.
Everybody knew about the file, and how it was corrupted, we all knew that access to the computer was strictly forbidden, but that was all we knew. One corrupted file, and the whole PC is off limits. No one understood that.
Why couldn't the owner of the arcade just delete the file? Why did he have to block the entire PC? I've seen some kid in first grade try it before, so I know it works. I just wish I'd never told Patrick, my best friend about it; he has no fear. No guilt. The only problem is, I do.
Now that I think about it, I never saw the first grader after that. He was a pokey little boy with glasses and ginger hair, freckles. I can't be sure, but I think his name was Johnathon. Yes, I remember now, Johnathon Mckenzie. People say he left school due to bullying issues. I don't recall him ever being bullied, not that I spoke to him much; whenever I saw him, he just kept himself to himself. But I don't really know much about the first graders.
"Go on, try it! Turn it on!" Urged Patrick, his face lit up with excitement. I could tell by the smirk on his face that he had awaited this with great anticipation. I couldn't refuse him no matter how afraid I was. Unless I could come up with a good excuse:
"No. We can't." I uttered urgently at my friend. A testful grin of darkness spread widely across his face and I scowled, clenching my fists tight.
"Let me guess," Patrick hissed through the thick, ambient air of the empty arcade room, "You're scared."
"No!" I spoke, actually telling the truth. I wasn't scared in the least! I was terrified. I didn't say this, of course, but, God, I thought it. "Me, Abby Wilson... scared? I am not!" My friend obviously didn't believe that. Not a word.
"Well then, go on... turn it on." He whispered, folding his arms firmly across his chest. I felt sweat seep through the skin on my back, fear brushed against the base of my spine and scuttled up to my neck with frantic spider-legs as silence screamed in my ears. Go on, Abs... say something. You don't have to do this. You just have to be smart!
"Um... err... Well... We can't! I told you that!" Pathetic! I silently cursed at myself.
"Whyever not?" That was when it hit me.
"Well, we uhh... we don't have the password." Patrick giggled as he shook his head, delving his hand into his trouser pocket. Confused, I leaned against the desk upon which the ancient Windows 95 2000 computer was rested, untouched, discarded, its empty, black screen, one large eye, gawking at me, reflecting the fear which obviously showed on my face. How humiliating.
Hastily, I wiped my face completely clean of emotion as I turned my attention back to Patrick. In his hand was a crumpled, old sheet of parchment, folded several times. I snatched it from his grasp and began to unfold it. To my absolute horror, sprawled messily in black ink all across the paper was the phrase:
'LUCKYPC' and I had no choice but to type it into the awaiting computer which stared, a predator eyeing its prey.
Cautiously, I pulled the leather office-chair out from underneath the desk and sat myself down. As I did so, I felt my friend placing his hands onto the back of it and I scowled at him, my fearful, forest-green eyes meeting directly with his, multi-coloured and piercing, blazing with excitement.
"Go ahead..." He smiled, "What are you waiting for?"
"Someone to come in and catch us before this thing blows up in our faces." I replied, screaming urgently to myself in my mind: 'It's a computer it can't feel, or hear, or see, it can't hurt you, Abby!' And I knew that I could be wrong; so many stories surrounded this strange contraption, stories of possession and evil, malice and hatrid. A virus so deep set that it brought the computer to life. Made it able to probe into the mind and know your fears. I put all these thoughts to one side as my finger pressed the on button and the computer groaned to life.
The old windows jingle sounded as normal, and Patrick walked off to grab a stool. He strode back, dragging the rusted, chrome legs screeching across the wooden floor. I winced at such a horrid sound and the start screen sprang to life, twisting in on itself spontaneously at times.
There were no icons on the screen, all apart from one: A folder which was titled: LUCKY.exe An old, nostalgic game meant for arcades. My friend was chuckling in anticipation now as he plonked himself down on the tiny stool, and he slammed a fist down onto the desk.
"Open it! Open the dang thing!" So I did open the dang thing. The old computer groaned and buzzed, the image on screen twisting in on itself ever more frequently. Suddenly, the entire screen flashed a hue colour and then went back to normal, and the folder's window appeared upon request. Inside of it were two files: Readme!.txt and LUCKY.tu.
Afraid, I stared at Patrick, he was so obviously curious, keen to carry on. I decided to click on the ReadMe!.txt file first, and a notepage loaded up, blank. But not blank for long; Completely of their own accord, letters sprang up onto the page, and soon enough, those letters became words, sentences. They read:
LUCKY.exe: ESSENTIAL GAME FOR (then the font changed to a twisted, computerised type) YOU WILL diE... It IS a liE, YoU doN't KNOw wHo IS#~ (Then it went back to normal again) ALL ARCADERS! CONTROLS: --ThE it IS coMiNG :~£ THERe'S noThiNG You caN..*)) TOTALLY FREE! A LUCKY GAME ""yOu ShoULdn'T liE To IT... it KNOWS... InSaNITy! InSANitY!- ENJOY YOUR GAMING EXPERIENCE!-- IT-IS-LUCKY ;-)
I turned to Patrick and began to hyper ventilate slightly. He still seemed pretty cool with it, probably thinking that some jacked up prankster wrote this. But the words appeared out of nowhere! I closed the window and clicked the actual game.
After the game had eventually loaded up, I saw that it was a platform game, where you were a small, round figure dressed in a yellow and pink super-hero suit. There was something strange about the tune, it was merry and upbeat, but there was faint distortion to the chords, and all the way through it was a faint screaming sound, so realistic. It didn't cease. It didn't fade. What I noticed was that the eyes of everything in the game were always fixed on the player, on me. I hated that. The colours of the game were too bright, they hurt my eyes. The outlines were smudged and just like the start screen, every now and then the image would twist in on itself. There were four levels which I made it through, and Patrick stayed silent the whole way, very unsual. Each level had a name, a single letter, and what was weirdest of all was that they actually spelt my name! 'A' 'B' 'B' 'Y'.
Suddenly a noise sounded at the door and we both began to panic, hastily, I shut down the old PC, and Patrick and I both turned in the direction of which the noise had come from. There, we were horrified to see a tall, lean figure stood at the doorway, a haunting grin spread across it's dark face. It's eyes were just like that of the game, and and it slowly drew closer, writhing and twitching, it's ridgid figure distorted, twisted in on itself, just like the computer screen, Patrick gulped and stammered slowly:
"It is lucky?" The creature hissed and rasped in laughter.
"Unlike you."
Then, both Patrick and I stared at eacother blank with fear, slowly, the creature opened it's let its jaw drop so that it was completely agape, an empty tunnel of darkness and (_" iT kNOWs! You WIll NevER rEaLISe! IT IS LUCKY! 
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:English Class Failure
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:File Extensions
Category:Old Shit