Seven Days Creepypasta Log 4
Thursday, February 20th
Day fricken four. This one, I don’t even have the energy to complain about this. I know, I should be happy this is already half way over, but I’m not. I’m dreading what’s next. This is starting to become way too much for me. At first, it seemed bearable, but now? It’s not even close.
After last night, I wasn’t in the mood for going to school so I lied to my parents, telling them I felt ill. I’m nineteen so they didn’t really bother trying to make me go anyway; it’s my life after all.
I was still a little edgy and pissed from last night so I was pacing my room for a very long time. I knew I needed to try contacting the freak responsible for all of this but doing that in a pissed off mood wouldn’t help me. I needed to calm down. So after about an hour or so, I managed to breathe normally and put myself in a somewhat stable/not p
Seven Days Creepypasta Log 3
Wednesday, February 19th
You know, at this fricken point, I could go on to a whole entire forty five minute tangent on how much all of this SUCKS!
But, after what just happened, there’s not much of a point seeing that I’ll be going through this insanity again!
By some miracle I was able start today in a normal fashion. I guess I was still riding off the sense of triumph from last night’s encounter. (And I can tell you now I certainly won’t be riding off it today)
And like before, I didn’t bother trying to tell anyone about this. Who would ever believe me? I did consider telling my best friend but you can only go so far in telling someone that: you were hunted by a freak who looks a lot like The Joker, killed by him, brought back to life somehow, and then had to redo it the next day with another freak. Somewhere in there they’re going to ask for evidence. And what do I have
Seven Days Creepypasta Log 5
Friday, February 21st
So of course there was nothing on my camera from Log Four. I mean, what did I expect? Every time these things showed up and were done for the day, everything would seem to reset and no one would know but me (and that Sender freak). And while I know that I should have been pissed at the end result of that, I wasn’t. I was just happy to be alive.
Now going back to what happened after Log Four. I arrived home, discovered that somehow it was 6:00 pm. again, and that the footage of Bob was no longer present on my camera.
“REALLY?!” I shouted at the sky. I was still sitting in my car in utter disbelief at what had occurred, and well…Annoyed. I sighed, Okay so, back to square one. Go write down Log 4. I parked my car and headed inside. I went in to see my mother cleaning laundry. I hesitated for a moment, shaking m
Seven Days Creepypasta Log 1
Seven Days, Creepypasta
To whoever is reading this, don’t. Look, I understand you’re looking for entertainment, whether because you’re bored, have nothing to do, or just want something to read. But please, read something else! Click the back button, click the X in the corner, or better yet shut down the computer! I don’t care just please; don’t read this!
But you’re still reading aren’t you? Of course you are. It’s human nature to be curious. No matter how many times the warnings are thrown in your face, you still go on. You still continue. Well, fine then. Keep reading. Just don’t blame me for what happens to you after this.
I don’t want to write this, but I have to. I’ve already been through way too much to not finish this and I don’t want to live through it again. So I’ll write.
Seven Days Creepypasta Log 7 (part 2)
I fell screaming as my face made contact with the ground.
“Ow,” I groaned. That was painful.
Dazed, forced my aching body to sit up. When I did, I froze, realizing something.
I looked over myself to be sure. I was all there.
“I’m alive? I’m alive. I’M ALIVE!!!” I jumped up with glee. “YES!!!”
I laughed. I just finished Log Seven? Man, YES!!!
“Thank you, God!” I shouted. “Now all I have to do is get on my computer and-wait.” I went quiet.
I looked around for the first time.
I was in the woods.