Go to Sleep

It was just an ordinary summer night (or morning for those who don't believe there is such thing as 1:00 at night); I couldn't go to sleep right away, the whole rest of the entire house was asleep, so I decided to grab my 3DS. I could have done a lot with this thing. I could have tooken some pictures (I know what you're thinking; "At night?/At early morning?"), I could have played Drawn to Life the Next Chapter,Pokemon Rumble Blast, Fossil Fighters Champion, Pokemon Black, Super Scribblenauts, and a bunch of other great games most teenagers these days would consider 'stupid' or 'too childish'.
But that night, I decided to use the internet on it. I am a huge fan of creepypastas. Oh, I haven't introduced myself. My name is OldManGlitch, and I am the author of a creepypasta known as Belle's Demise. If any of you haven't read it yet and want to, feel free to look under the pokemon section. But anyways, back to the point.
As I was saying, I am a huge fan of creepypastas. There are some that aren't scary at all, just fun to read, some that aren't terrifying, but you would feel safer with a night light, and those that just make your heart want to jump out of your chest. Before this disaster struck, I wouldn't read Jeff the Killer, because I knew if the picture of him made me think I was gonna have nightmares, the pasta would scare me to freaking death. But a while after, I got brave enough to read it, now the picture doesn't terrify me as much, because I knew what the hell happened to him.
So that night, I read a pasta called Jeff is back, basicly talking about Jeff using a video to hack into other people's computers, find their information, come a couple nights after, and make a puddle of blood out of them. My heart was kinda beating with excitement. But then, everything changed. In the creepypasta, Jeff wrote how he knew information of others. One of the things he wrote was he knew one of our usernames was OldManGlitch, and if there was such a thing as shitting bricks, I would have had silicone coming out of my ass.
If this was real, Jeff was going to- 'Wait a minute...' I thought to myself that night. 'I never gave my real information in that thing. I said I lived in Pokemon, and I said my speciality or job was corruption. He has nothing against me.' With that, I closed my eyes, and went to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up to find myself not in my room, but I was in another persons house, tied to a couch, unable to move. I shouted "WHERE AM I?!!?" I was answered by a man with black jeans, a white hoodie, he had greasy black hair going down to his shoulders atleast, his bottom lip was red, his upper one just wasn't there, but worst of all were his eyes, they each had a black ring around them. I wouldn't have thought of the black that creepy had his entire face been white as snow. "It's OK, lay down."
I didn't want to believe that the creepypastas were real. "What's wrong with your face?" I asked.
He just looked at me and replied, "I was bleached during a fight." "Why are you always smiling, but never blinking?"
"I couldn't keep smiling, so I just carved one on. I couldn't keep looking at my face, so I burned my eyelids. I told you I would find you, didn't I OldManGlitch?"
It was then that it hit me, I was speaking to the real Jeff the Killer himself. "But why did yo-" "Sssssshhhhhhhh... Just go to sleep." When he said that, I knew there was no escaping. He held his knife up, and plunged it to my heart...
I awake at 8:30 A.M, in my room, sweating like I was in an oven. My parents had gone to work, my brother was watching TV, and I realized it was nothing more than a dream.
The next night, I go to my room, to find a note. This is what it read:
The next morning, I awoke in my room after a nightmare to find a person's body there. It also had a note.
Suddenly, the body opened it's eyes, and began to breathe. I sighed in relief that I did not kill him, because even though I was still mad about him blocking me, I would never be able to live with myself knowing that I killed a person. He took one look at me, yelled, and shot me.
I woke up at 8:30 A.M in my room, sweating like I was in an oven. My parents had gone to work, my brother was watching TV, and I realised it was nothing more than a dream.
I don't think I'll ever look at creepypastas the same way ever again. Well, thank you for reading, sorry for putting you in my story without your permission Moosejuice (I got the account back, so now we can forgive and forget, right?), and thanks to whoever originally wrote the Jeff the Killer creepypasta.
Good night... and have pleasent dreams.
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