or do i wanna read creepypasta

So far in my life
  • Me, age 12, reading a creepypasta: it's so I can stop being afraid of stories
  • *leaves and thinks I'm done*
  • Me, age thirteen, reading a creepypasta: why am I back here? Do I really wanna be 13 and edgy?
  • *leaves again, thinking it's over*
  • Me, 14, reading a creepypasta and watching marble hornets: Michaela, what the fuck, you said you were done.
  • *leaves once more, SURE THAT I'M DONE WITH THE SLENDERVERSE*
  • Me, fifteen years of age, reading a creepypasta and watching marble hornets while listening to Madame macabre; THEY'RE MOSTLY NOT EVEN WELL WRITTEN, MICHAELA!!!!!
  • *OKAY, LAST TIME, INWAS SURE OF IT*
  • Me, now age sixteen, reading a creepypasta, watching everymanhybrid and marble hornets (AGAIN), and listening to Madame Macabre and MrCreepypasta: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING BACK HERE YOU FUCKING FUCK!?

Future child: Mom what did you do during your childhood? 

Future me: Oh yeah, I spent every day sitting in my room listning to a man in a pokemon mask reading about an alien that’s gonna crawl up in your window and stare at you for the rest of your life. I also loved a blue man that learned me how to explain bodyparts with food, for example an ear that he explained as raw bacon in ketchup. There is also a psychopath that once was reading about another man that almost committed suicide because he couldn’t find any marshmallows

Future child: Wow mom that sound amazing!

Future me: Not when the Rake is living under your bed

Future child: What do you mean with the Rake, mom?

Future me: Wanna hear a goodnight story?