Vanity’s Creepypasta Halloween Countdown Day # 24: Storytelling
by Tracy Vanity
So the original meaning of “creepypasta” is a creepy story on the internet, told either through email (remember those annoying chain mail emails back in the late 90’s?) or any type of social networking/website. These stories can be about anything: from paranormal phenomena to mysterious deaths….as long as it’s a creepy story you read on the web, it’s a creepypasta.
Think Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark for the internet age.
Fuck, those drawings are awesome!
So creepypasta can be a couple silly sentences long or an entire outdated website full of links and pictures of a very long and detailed creepy story. (Holy time warp Batman, when’s the last time you’ve seen an Angelfire site?) You can even write a creepypasta of your own!
With people’s short ass-attentions spans, the more recent creepypasta have come in the form of pictures or videos. Here is a video of “The scariest picture on the internet.” It promises to haunt your psyche forever and bring bad luck to whoever sees it.
Meh…I’ve seen scarier. And if you’re been following my Creepypasta Halloween Countdown then so have you!
The story of The Grifter is very similar to Ringu, except using the internet instead of a VHS tape. It’s supposed to be the most disturbing video on the internet and if you watch it, it will fuck you up forever and you could possibly even die. The actual footage varies depending on who is telling the story and posting the link but being as I am deep in the bowels of the Land of the Creepypasta, I have found the actual Grifter video.
Be careful, you’ve been warned. I am not responsible for your fate if you choose to click “play.”
Not spooky enough? Wait until you see what I have in store for you for Halloween!
So here is a little creepypasta of my own:
The Phone Call
I was a latchkey kid. I’ve been taking care of myself since I was about 6. Both of my parents worked full-time and I preferred staying home by myself than having my crazy Mormon aunt in charge of me.
“Hello?” I expected it to be my mom or dad but all I hear is this man laughing on the phone.
“You have the wrong number” I tell him and hang up.
Phone rings again. Again I say “Hello” and the man laughs again and says “I know where you are.”
I tell him to fuck off and hang up. Phone rings again… “That’s not nice Tracy. I’m coming over.”
I have no idea who the fuck this guy is or how he knows my name…I’ve never heard that voice in my life but even decades later I know exactly what that voice sounds like and I still have a vivid mental picture of what I imagine him to look like.
He tries calling again a couple times but I don’t pick up. When the phone finally stops ringing I frantically dial my dad’s work number. Someone I assume is his co-worker answers and I ask for my dad by name, “José.”
“This is José.” It’s that fucking man again! How the fuck did he end up on the other end of the phone? And he laughs again as I slam the phone down.
I finally get a hold of my actual dad and he rushes to the apartment and searches around the building and doesn’t see anyone. The man never calls back again.
I told this story to my ex-husband and he said something similar happened to him as a kid. A man he didn’t know kept calling and scaring the shit out of him while he was home alone. Has this ever happened to you? Could it be the same guy that got off to calling latchkey kids in Los Angeles and creeping them the fuck out in the 90’s?
That’s a big reason why “The Babysitter” story from Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark scared the shit out of me, that shit actually happened to me! Ever since then, I’ve hated the sound of my phone ringing.
Please share some of your own creepy stories!
7 days until Halloween!