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Jeff the Killer Reboot Part 4

Posted in Children, Creepy, Creepypasta, Fiction, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 15, 2015 by Stephanie Selby

A long time coming! I know, I’m such a slow writer! Read parts 1, 2, and 3 if you haven’t already.

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Jeff and Liu waited at the bus stop with the exact same enthusiasm as criminals being carted off to the county jail. The sky above was a pale grey, and a sharp chill was in the air, reminding them that autumn was truly on its way. Liu sat on the curb while Jeff, thinking it too cold to sit on the concrete, choose to lean on the pole of the bus sign.

Drowsy, Jeff could feel himself nodding off in his boredom. Just another day in his insufferable life. So often he felt like this was the default emotion, every moment was some state of boredom that enveloped him like a cloud of smoke. And yet…

Suddenly, Jeff snapped his eyes open. The sound of something rolling was sudden, and shook him from his melancholy.

The source of it was soon realized, as a young skateboarder zoomed by and jumped directly over Liu’s lap. Liu must have had only a fraction of a second to lean back and prevent his face from colliding with the board.

“Shit!” Liu yelled, springing to his feet.

The skateboarder spun himself around, stopped, and kicked his board up. He seemed to take stock of Jeff and Liu with a look of satisfaction.

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves some new sheep for the slaughter!” he said with unnerving cheer.

Jeff had made no real move at this point, but he could now observe his brother’s offender. With blonde, spiky hair the boy looked slightly younger than himself, wearing a bright orange hoodie with blue denim skater shorts. His face held a smug, shit-eating grin that didn’t quite fit with one so young. Jeff couldn’t help thinking that he looked far too much like Bart Simpson.

“What the hell is your problem?” Liu asked.

“Seeing as you two are new here, there are a few things you need to know,” the boy said. “My name is Randy Sutherland, the baddest motherfucker in this town! I call the shots, and there’s a little toll for taking the bus in this neighborhood. Pay up or you’ll regret it.”

Unimpressed, Liu rolled his eyes. “Dude, fuck off. Do you seriously think your little bad boy routine is supposed to scare us? You look like you just stopped pissing the bed last week! What are you gonna do? Give us a wedgie?”

“We’re too old for your bullshit,” Jeff agreed. “Go pick on some preschool kids.”

“Oh really?” Randy asked, unfazed. “You might want to think again, bitch.”

Rustling came from some nearby bushes, and two much larger boys slipped out to join him. The first had a slim build, a horrid case of acne, and had a dopey, drugged look on his face. The other was a pure behemoth of blubber, with an ugly scrunched face that probably made him look angry all the time. Both looked a year or two older than Randy, which left Jeff wondering how he managed to gain so much control over them.

“These are my associates: Keith and Troy. You choose the hard way, and they’ll wipe the floor with your bloody asshole. So what’s it gonna be? Payment or the cemetery?”

Liu and Jeff glanced at each other. There was no question. It was all they needed know they would take these losers on.

Creepypasta Critique: Rusty Fingers

Posted in Creepypasta, Narrations, Review, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 13, 2015 by Stephanie Selby

Lately I’ve noticed a distinct pattern whenever I write a creepypasta critique. Normally I’m gushing over the really good, well-known pastas, and share with you why I find them so enjoyable. Today’s going to be a little different.

You likely have never heard of Rusty Fingers, and that’s a good thing because it is a pretty bad pasta. CreepsMcPasta’s narration makes the tale bearable, but only just. I think the reason he did was because it takes place in the UK and there’s not many pastas that are set in his neck of the woods. In my opinion, he should have kept looking.

The basic writing is very annoying, especially in the beginning where some words are repetitive and details are scant. No idea who these people are really, the how close they might be as brothers, what they’ve been doing on their trip or why they even choose as their destination. Just that they have a room and have been staying there for awhile. It’s a rather careless way to write both characterization and text.

The only place where the author has any sense of creativity is the physical appearance of the villain and his mutilated, child ‘partner.’ there’s little explanation for why this monster is saving people or why his victims seem to accept this notion so easily. Whatever Rusty Fingers is doing to people’s minds it’s not enough to creep me out.

At the very end the protagonist finds his brother dead. Oh well, I guess. It’s not like the author gives us a good reason to get emotionally invested in him. *yawn*

Rusty Fingers is a great example of a bad pasta. The author had enough determination to churn out a very short story with a strange monster, but there’s clearly very little effort given otherwise.

Does anyone out there have a good story that takes place in the UK? I’d love to see some.

Creepypasta Critique: Smile Dog

Posted in Animals, Creepypasta, Monsters, Narrations, Review, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on December 23, 2014 by Stephanie Selby

Smile Dog is sure to floss the flesh out of his teeth every day!

Who doesn’t love this deranged dog? I suppose those of us not haunted by him!

In any case, Smile Dog is a creepypasta staple, one of the very well known tales that serve as a great introduction to this internet-based genre. Those of you who are unfamiliar can read the entire pasta here, or you can listen to my own narration of Smile Dog on YouTube.

The basic plot starts with a young writer looking to interview a woman by the name of Mary E. to get a good story. However, their meeting proves disastrous as she becomes hysterical and refuses to talk at all. It seems as if the writer came out of there with nothing, but one day he receives a letter from the same woman some time after her untimely death.

The cause of her dismay is a peculiar picture she saw on the internet. One that when viewed will cause the terrible photo’s subject to harass the viewer until they ‘spread the word.’ That would be showing the same picture to others.

It’s an instant classic because of the story’s ability to tempt us with our innate curiosity. I’m certain there’s a little part of all of us that want to take a peek at Smile Dog’s picture. Just to see what it’s like, just to see if the curse is true. If it is, all we have to do to cure ourselves is to show the picture to someone else, right?

Smile Dog is also helped by Mary’s character, as she is an honorable woman who struggles with the moral implications of what passing this curse on to others could entail. Even though she does die, her efforts seem successful. She doesn’t spread the word to anyone else. In my personal opinion, she beat that damn dog! A bittersweet kind of victory.

I think this story continues to survive because Smile Dog requires one thing that the internet is all too familiar with: the ability to share and spread all types of information. So often stories, videos, chain letters, go viral and we’re all exposed to whatever the internet has to offer. Usually this is  a good thing for us; we can now quickly research different subjects or keep up with the latest news. The internet can help improve ourselves or at the very least (such as with silly cat videos) brighten our day.

However information can be harmful to us. You could find out over Facebook that your spouse is cheating on you. A terrorist could find directions on how to make a bomb. You could be completely misinformed by someone who is spreading false or inaccurate information. You could be cursed by viewing a picture a friend sent you.

Sharing information like this was harder to do when Mary was first affected by the picture, as the internet didn’t have the capabilities that it does now. But the author wants to pass the torch to his audience, so what kind of spread could we expect to see with the modern internet? The possibilities should fill you with dread. It does for me.

Perhaps it’s the reason why I’m spreading the word, so to speak. You might want to consider doing that too.

Jeff the Killer Reboot Part 3

Posted in Creepy, Creepypasta, Family, Memes, Short Stories, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 4, 2014 by Stephanie Selby

Here we go guys, finally on to part 3! If you’re new to this tale here are parts 1 and 2 respectively. Have fun!

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The next morning began with Jeff and his brother getting ready for their first day at their new school. Their mother was frantic, trying to get them ready before she had to leave for her own errands. Apparently Liu had awoken late and was still getting dressed when Jeff had come down to the kitchen for breakfast, as he could hear the two bicker all the way upstairs.

“Honestly Liu, is it really that hard to set your alarm?” he heard his mother ask. Knowing her, she was probably picking at Liu’s clothes and hair, making sure everything was in place.

Jeff could hear his brother as well. “Mom, stop! It’s fine! My hair is fine! Would you just leave me alone?”

Not long after Liu stomped down the stairs, toothbrush in mouth and buttoning up his shirt.

“So how are you this morning?” Jeff asked with a hint of sarcasm.

Liu pulled the toothbrush out of his mouth, spat in the kitchen sink, and began pulling a box of Pop-Tarts from off the shelf. “Could definitely be better,” he replied in a bitter tone. “Watch out: Mom’s being a mega bitch today.”

The two fell silent as their mother quickly paced her way into the room, putting on a diamond earring in one ear. The business suit she wore was a bright red. Being a real estate agent herself, she did everything she could to get the attention of buyers and sellers alike; wearing bright colors was just one of her strategies. All it ever did for Jeff was make him think of blood, like she was some kind of ravenous predator.

Jeff’s father had already left for work, so at least he was spared from the nonsense. Jeff wished that he could just get his morning routine over with and leave. But he knew his mom would flip if she realized that he had left without inspecting him as well. She wouldn’t like Jeff leaving without the protection of his older brother either.

As he sat at the table, his mother gave Jeff a good look-over, and a sharp tsk of disappointment escaped her.

“Did you really have to wear that shirt today Jeff?” she asked as she walked over to him. She put a hand into his hair shaking her head. “Ugh, I should have taken you somewhere to get a haircut. It’s getting way too long. You’re starting to look like a damn hippie.”

His mother’s criticisms was starting to get to him. As he ate his cereal, he started gripping his spoon more and more tightly. It wasn’t until he pulled his fingers around the handle into a fist that he realized what he was doing.

Suddenly Jeff was gripped with the idea to shove the spoon into his mother’s eye socket. Her screams echoing in his head. He could imagine the wet sucking sound as he scooped her eye out, leaving nothing but a bloody hole in the side of her face.

This was only fantasy, yet it was one that managed to surprise even him. He was aware he was prone to such flights of fancy, yet he had never had such an intense desire to act until this very moment. He grunted, shifting away from his mother’s hand.

She sighed and left the room, saying nothing else to either Jeff or Liu. Most likely, she was content to ignore the two for now and move on with the rest of her day. Jeff shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he tried to push the images from his mind. He held his spoon properly and finished his cereal in haste.

“Come on, Jeffy,” Liu said as he slapped his brother on the back. “The bus is going to get here really soon. I don’t want to have to get mom to drive us if we miss it.”

Jeff grunted and gulped down the last of his cereal. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” with little enthusiasm. “Just don’t leave me here to rot.”

 

Weird Video of the Week

Posted in Creepypasta, History, Short Stories, Supernatural with tags , , , , , , , , on November 14, 2014 by Stephanie Selby

Sorry about the lack of posts this week. I’ve been running behind on my NaNoWriMo work and have been trying to catch up, and failing! But it’s okay you guys can listen to a really great story, and I’ll write like hell over the weekend. Make sure you have a good one too!

 

PenPal Series

Posted in Books, Children, Creepypasta, Horror, Literature, Narrations, Short Stories, Weird Videos with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 28, 2014 by Stephanie Selby

Halloween is coming and I’m super excited! I’d love to hear if anyone else has unique plans to celebrate. Today I’d like to introduce you to a wonderful story about a young man’s not-so-ideal childhood.

I became acquainted with this tale through creepypasta narrators MrCreepyPasta and CreepsMcPasta. What’s posted below is narration from the latter. I’ve been told it’s also available on Kindle as well. This series is just plain AWESOME. There’s really not enough words in the dictionary to describe how good this series is. The setup and execution is clever, creepy, and draws you in right away. I’ll probably do a creepypasta critique for this one in the future. For now I encourage you to enjoy them. The videos may be long, but they are well worth your time!

Jeff the Killer Reboot Part 2

Posted in Creepypasta, Family, Short Stories with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 9, 2014 by Stephanie Selby

So here’s part two of the Jeff the Killer Reboot. I know it’s a long time coming, but I plan to keep this tale updated through October, so you can expect to see more. You can read part one here. Don’t be afraid to tell me what you think!

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“Hi, I’m Barbara!” she said, smiling cheerfully. Her white blouse ruffled in the early autumn breeze, along with her short, curly hair; a quaint, yet unremarkable appearance. As Jeff observed, he couldn’t help but think that this woman would be forgotten in seconds if, for some reason, she inexplicably disappeared.

“Just thought I’d stop by to introduce ourselves. This is my son-” She gave the boy a slight nudge, “Billy, say hi to our new neighbors.”

“Hi,” was all he bothered to say before weaseling out of his mother’s grip and running back across the street to play in his own yard.

“Oh! Well it’s wonderful to meet you,” Jeff’s mother replied with a warm smile. It seemed to Jeff she was putting on her charms already. Jeff picked up the last boxes and took them to the front porch before his mother’s pleasantries would make him want to vomit.

“So what do you think?” Liu asked as Jeff walked up the steps.

As Jeff set the boxes down, he turned and looked at his mother and the neighbor as they chattered like birds. “I think she’ll be the most popular woman in the neighborhood by the end of the week,” he said with a slight hint of sarcasm.

Liu snickered. “Always the optimist, huh?”

Liu’s grin didn’t last for long though, as they both overheard what the new neighbor had to say. “You know next weekend Billy’s going to be having a birthday party. Would you and your boys like to come?”

“Of course they would love to!” their mother exclaimed. “I bet they would love to meet all of Billy’s friends!”

The boys looked on bewildered. How could their mom be getting them into this nonsense? Still, neither had time to voice their objections.

Before long she had discussed the arrangements and said her goodbyes to the other woman. As she made her way back to the house Jeff and Liu were ready to give her a piece of their minds.

“Mom, what the hell?” Liu asked annoyed as they entered their new home. “Why’d you invite us to some little kid’s party?”

“Don’t ya think we’re a little too old to befriend that kid anyway?” Jeff added in agreement.

“Both of you stop complaining – and don’t use that word Liu!” their mother replied. Liu sighed and rolled his eyes.

Jeff’s mother stared he sons down as she made her point. “Boys, we just moved here; it’s important that we make a good first impression as soon as possible. More of our neighbors and other people in the community are likely going to be at that party. It’s vital that we all be there to show that we’re a good family. I’m not going to end up some kind of social pariah, and neither are the rest of you. We’re going to that party and that’s final.”

Neither son made an effort to reply. Living their entire lives with her, they knew when it was futile to argue when she was this determined. Liu turned went inside, slamming the door behind him. Jeff kept his head down and slowly followed.

“You’re going to be living here for a while guys,” she called after them. “You need to start fitting in!”

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Jeff plopped himself on his bed and stared at the ceiling for the longest time. Oftentimes, all he needed was a little peace and quiet to quiet his angry moods like the one he had right now, but this time the feelings lingered longer than he liked. When things were like this he could get himself into real trouble – the kind of trouble that his mother didn’t like discussing with others.

When he was a kid his moods were harder for him to control. Jeff’s dad once found several dead songbirds hidden in his sock drawer. That’s when he had to go see Dr. Radcliffe for a while. He didn’t want to repeat that experience anytime soon.

Luckily the mood soon abated and Jeff rose to finish unpacking his things. The work helped as well, and he became so engrossed in his task that he almost didn’t hear his mother call him for dinner.

 

Why Creepypasta Sucks

Posted in Creepypasta, Horror, Memes, Scary, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on September 3, 2014 by Stephanie Selby

There are a lot of people out there that think damn near all creepypasta sucks. Even though I’m a fan, it can get frustrating trying to defend a passion of mine when even I find it difficult to discover a tale that can actually send chills up my spine.

So what is the deal anyway? Have you ever wondered why it can take hours to sift through terrible pastas just to find a single gem? Let me break it down for you! Here are three main reasons why there’s a lot of bad creepypasta:

Many authors are amateur writers

Pretty simple, right? A creepypasta writer can be anyone with a word processor and an internet connection. So it’s likely that they come from all walks of life, especially young people with a lot of time on their hands but no experience to back it up. You also have to realize that Pasta writers don’t get paid for their work, people that actually write for a living won’t be found writing their own creepypasta. They’re working on projects that will earn them income. You’re not going to see a lot of professional writers contributing unless they’re looking for some publicity. There’s nothing inherently wrong with being inexperienced, but it is a contributing factor to consider.

Then there are the writers that can’t even spell or use grammar correctly, much less proper characterization, tone, or themes. I’ll never understand why one would embarrass themselves by revealing their lack of education or waste their time making such poor contributions.

Fortunately, there are a lot of great websites that offer support for writers that want to take the time to improve themselves. The Creepypasta Wiki has a great page to help people get started, and the Creepypasta Network has a nice community if you’re looking for feedback on your work.

Some are just attention seekers

Ever notice how people write sequels or offshoots of popular creepypastas? Or maybe beat well-known subgenres like haunted videogames and lost TV episodes of beloved cartoons into the ground? These writers are only following popular trends to get more readers. Often authors of such works are just seeking praise or to have their story read by a well known narrator. They could also be a troll making ridiculous pastas just to get a reaction from their audience. Whatever the case may be, these guys get old pretty quickly.

The great thing about attention seekers is they are seldom successful. At least in the case of writing – just ask any aspiring novelist or poet. A writer has to love the craft in order to find any kind of success, not to mention possess the patience of a saint. Attention seekers that don’t find what they’re looking for will quickly move on to something else.

Attention seekers should also realize their hope to write creepypasta and get attention is about as original as their story ideas. The Creepypasta Wiki doesn’t even accept character spinoffs/sequels, or lost TV/videogames anymore.  Not sure what the Creepypasta Network’s policy may be, but I imagine the community there isn’t very open to more of the same.

Here’s some advice to anyone out there who actually wants to try following these trends: go big or go home. Yes, it can be hard to add a new twist to a character or genre, but do you really want to be the author of ‘Generic Videogame Creepypasta #1389?’ I doubt it. Nobody is going to respect you or your work if you don’t bring something new or interesting to the table.

They don’t know how to scare readers

This may go hand-in- hand with the poor writing skills, but what’s a creepypasta that isn’t actually creepy or scary in any way? Lame and pointless, of course! Any creepypasta writer worth their words knows that scaring readers is harder than it looks.

Some people shoot themselves in the foot before they even sit down to write. A person may think a simple hack and slash serial killer or describing every gory detail as ‘hyper-realistic’ is enough to scare people. I’ve got some groundbreaking news here: this stuff isn’t scary!

Violence, gore, and death can all be gross and upsetting subjects, but many people fail to realize that they’re seldom scary on their own. There are deeper reasons why monsters, people, places, and all manner of things can invoke fear.

Take for example ambiguity. Ambiguity can be scary because it catches us off guard and we have no way to properly respond. Is that guy really following me or is he just minding his own business? Is that clown just trying to entertain or does he have more sinister intentions? The unknown is a scary thing for us to consider because we never know if we’re being paranoid or in real danger.

My advice? Ask yourself this question: what do you find scary and why? You can start simple with animals or people- think spiders or that weird old lady down the street. What is it about them that scares you? My sister has a mild case of arachnophobia, not because spiders can be dangerous, but because of their soulless, dead eyes and instincts.

Then you can delve into more complex ideas and scenarios that terrify you the most. For example I really hate the idea of being watched. When I was first acquainted with Slenderman, I had a really hard time looking out of windows at night because I was afraid I would find him standing outside watching me, but it goes far beyond that! It goes into real-life problems!

Like many people out there, I also don’t like being the center of attention – especially negative attention. There’s nothing more terrifying to me than the idea that I’m pitiful, or hated. I’d rather stick to the shadows or be a wallflower than make a fool out of myself.

So what do you think? Are there any annoying trends in creepypasta you want to discuss or try to improve? I’d love to hear some thoughts.

 

 

Jeff the Killer Reboot Part 1

Posted in Creepypasta, Family, Memes, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on August 28, 2014 by Stephanie Selby

Okay, so at the request of my sister and some other internet-dwellers I’d thought I’d try and write another version of Jeff the Killer’s tale. This is not to steal the thunder from the original writer or story; they made the original concept and should be given kudos in the regard. Mostly it was an interesting exercise for me and I really wanted to explore more of Jeff’s character and his relationship with his brother. I find family to be a major theme in my writing, so it was just a natural fit.

I’d would also like to hear everyone’s opinion on this one. How does it compare to the original? Do you think it’s too different or doesn’t capture the right kind of message?  Never forget – I love to hear comments and critiques of my work so I can improve! In any case, enjoy and remember to stick around for part two.

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Excerpt from the Alpine Valley Post

SURVIVOR RECOUNTS EXPERIENCE WITH MYSTERIOUS SERIAL KILLER

Despite law enforcement’s continued efforts to solve the unexplained murders terrorizing Northern California, the perpetrator’s identity still remains a mystery. Various reports of the killer and his rumored abilities have police unable to determine his next move.

Last Thursday’s incident, the latest murder attempt, has left one young boy very lucky to be alive. Although his family asks not to reveal his name, he has bravely chosen to tell his harrowing story with us in an exclusive interview.

According to the young survivor, the killer broke into his room through an unlocked window as he slept. The boy awoke to close it, with the killer revealing himself only when the boy was drifting back to sleep.

“His face was all wrong,” said the boy. “It was awful and ugly. His skin was white and looked kinda rubbery or something, and his eyes were sunken in and colorless. The worst was his mouth; it was in this huge smile that stretched from ear to ear; much wider than any normal person could. It was like a monster out of a nightmare.”

The survivor also describes the killer as tall – approximately six feet with a slim build. At the time of the attack, he was armed with a knife and dressed in an old white hoodie and dark pants. This is consistent with the wounds of previous victims, but the survivor has more to add about the killer’s modus operandi.

“He said ‘go to sleep’,” the survivor said, “That’s when I screamed and he tried to attack me.”

The young man fought and managed to keep his attacker at bay until his father rushed in to help. Neighbors overheard the struggle and called police. It is believed that the sound of oncoming sirens scared the killer off and saved the two.

Both the boy and the father received significant knife wounds that needed medical attention. The father has already been released from the hospital, but the young boy appears to have deeper psychological issues that keep him in North Harrison Hospital.

“I’ll never forget it,” he said. “That terrible face coming out of the darkness and talking to me – that picture never leaves my head. I don’t think I’ll ever sleep again.”

Police continue their investigation of this serial killer. They ask anyone who may know of this person or his whereabouts to contact their local authorities. They also advise citizens that this killer is armed and dangerous and should not be approached under any circumstances.

 

 

With his father’s latest promotion, Jeff found his life changing dramatically. His mother had insisted on moving them all to one of those ritzy communities where house were barely distinguishable from each other and the homeowner’s association dictated how high the grass could be. Not exactly his first choice of residence, but both Jeff and his older brother Liu couldn’t complain too much. Their new home was bigger, nicer, and even had a small pool in the back. How could they ask for more?

The act of moving was a different story. Their parents orchestrated everyone’s movements, leaving Jeff and Liu to lug their things into the house as the hired movers took care of the larger furniture. The warm September day had many other people outside, and it wasn’t long before their activity drew the locals. As the movers left and Jeff’s family began bringing in the last of their belongings, a woman from across the street approached his mother, a little boy no older than seven towed behind her.

Creepypasta Critique: Candle Cove

Posted in Children, Creepypasta, Review, Television with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on July 10, 2014 by Stephanie Selby

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Who doesn’t love this classic creepypasta? It was one of the first tales I found scattered across the internet, thanks to a YouTube channel called theLittleFears which I recommend checking out. Childhood nostalgia, internet lore, and a little twist at the end are just some of the things which make this tale so unnerving for readers, and we’re going to take a close look at it today. You can read a version of the story here. It’s not a very long read.

The basic gist is that forum members are discussing Candle Cove, an obscure kid’s puppet show about pirates from the 1970s. As more and more details come to light, it becomes quite clear that the show had a strange and eerie nature that wasn’t appropriate for children. There was even an episode where the characters did nothing but scream the entire time. Eventually one of the posters discovers that their mother never perceived this show herself, instead observing that they would switch to static and watch it for thirty minutes, implying that the show never really existed or was impossible for an adult to view.

So many things about Candle Cove are so creepy because it is ambiguous in almost every way. Not only is it very obscure, it’s hidden behind time, memory, and the lack of recollection of those who were adults at the time of it’s airing. It takes time for forum members to piece together their memories of the show, and it creates a nice buildup to the climax of the screaming episode and final twist. The fact that puppets are part of is is just icing on the cake.

The screaming episode is an important aspect that makes this strange television show even more mysterious and unnerving. Scary things often make little sense. If fact when events do make sense, or can be explained away, the less terrifying they become. Once we understand whatever was scaring us, it’s no longer ambiguous; we know with certainty if it’s a threat and how to deal with it accordingly. An episode with no plot and the characters in a constant state of terror is more than enough to unsettle any viewer.

The format here is effective as well. The different usernames, writing styles, topic description, and block paragraph format are ubiquitous to an average internet forum. It easily gives the reader a similar feeling to lurking around a real forum page, heightening the experience.

In all seriousness, there’s no real criticism  I can offer at this point. Candle Cove is a short, sweet creepypasta that leaves quite an impact. It’s damn near perfect.