creepypastas

hey, my name is Kira. I'm going to tell you about my experience.

I was over at a friends place and we both love horror, Ouija boards and Creepypasta. We always read Creepy Pastas late at night to try and scare ourselves. But one night we were lucky enough to meet face-to-face to one of our favourite characters. I would always say, "I wish I could meet Jeff the Killer!" and as they say... be careful what you wish for...

It was around1 a.m. when we kept hearing footsteps outside it was getting closer and closer. When my friend (lets call her Stephanie) saw something move past the window I was excited...

Just for the record, this is no ordinary creepypasta. I am also no ordinary creepypasta writer either. You see, it doesn’t exactly end too well after my stories are read. It ends shockingly. Messily. Terrifyingly.

Confused? Let me talk a bit about me. I am a writer. Not a professional or anything, just leisurely. I live alone. I have a pretty bad habit as well. A dark habit. A dark secret I am sharing with you. I love blood. I love darkness. I love murder. It started off when I ran over that little girl late at night. No one was around. I was about to call for help when I saw her. Her mangled...

I'm writing this, not for popularity, but because I feel this is the only way I can keep my sanity. I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes I make, I cannot sleep due to this entire event.
Now, I'll start things where they started, I was one of the few exclusive people that got to try the Minecraft Beta 1.8 release, I got the download around August 19 or so, and I was looking around for some Endermen at night, because I wanted to play around with them, and have fun, maybe test a few bugs with them.

I saw a few, all huddled around something with very realistic looking blood on their hands,...