[ Ranko smiles when she receives what looks to be a pleasant little story in her inbox. And it's from Frisk, too - how nice to see a young one flex their creative muscles!
Then she reaches the end. ]
I fear I do not understand.
Is this story saying what I think it is? [ because if so...please no ]
[ Ranko regrets it instantly, but the allcaps she sends are pretty indicative of how she feels. Who would possibly do such a thing? Even in fiction? Have they no self-preservation skills?! ]
Furthermore, I
[ And at that, her app freezes up. Frustrated, Ranko boots it up again and logs back in - only to be greeted with another creepypasta staring her in the face. There's no visible away around it, only an invitation to forward it to someone - and, rather than actually read the offending article, she sends it to the last person she contacted on the device.
Sorry, Frisk. ]
Did you ever see one of those videos where you are asked to look for or follow something specific throughout the video? Then, at the end, they reveal that as you were watching, something large and intrusive moved around in plain sight and you never even noticed it. It's frightening how often that happens, like how I just moved from the doorway into your room as you read this.
[Of course, the creepypasta is forwarded to them. Of course, they're dropping their phone as they turn around to check no one is in the room with them. They're 10-years-old and this is horrible??? Make it stop. Or, you know, don't make it stop.
There is no making it stop.
And because this chain of suffering must go on, Frisk's phone seems to have exited the app after being dropped on the ground. Which means—]
This week, I moved into a new house. The house itself is lovely, with two stories, three bedrooms, two baths, a fenced-in backyard, and a big kitchen. The tree in the front yard is tall and strong and does a fine job of blocking my living room windows from the street, the water pressure is fabulous, the closets are large, and the wood floors are new. The only problem I’ve had so far is that my neighbors are rather loud. Our houses connect on one side, so we share a living room, bedroom, and kitchen wall. All day long, I can hear them banging around their kitchen, watching loud movies, talking, and their small child crying. It’s a bit trying, but nothing I can’t live with, I suppose.
Now, to get directly to the thing that really concerns me, it started when I was in the shower this morning. I usually like to have music playing while I shower, but today, I decided that I’d rather just enjoy the silence. The activity was fairly uneventful, until, as I was in the middle of washing my hair, I heard my neighbors talking from the other side of the wall. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but it sounded strange to me. It seemed that they were mumbling something, whispering, and occasionally laughing quietly, but I couldn’t figure out how I could hear them if they were evidently speaking quietly. I thought that they must be standing absurdly close to their side of the wall in order to be so audible in the midst of my shower.
I didn’t think too much of this incident until I was leaving for work an hour later. As I started to open my car door, I turned back to the house, feeling like I’d forgotten something. As I looked up at my bedroom window, I realized that the neighbor’s house shares a wall on the opposite side of the house from the bathroom. On the other side of the bathroom lies my bedroom closet.
WHY WOULD YOU FORGET WHAT SIDE OF THE HOUSE YOUR BATHROOM IS ON
these people are all cursed, they need the urgent assistance of an exorcist, they are forbidden from ever mentioning closets in my presence agai
[ Another glitch? Why, yes indeed! And here we go: ]
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. She explained that it was a store room, and that it was out of bounds. She reminded him of this several times before allowing him upstairs. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.
However, the insistence of the woman had piqued his curiosity, so the next night he walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was incredibly pale. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. Was this a celebrity? The owner's daughter? He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.
As he was still looking, the woman turned sharply and he jumped back from the door, hoping she would not suspect he had been spying on her. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn't make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red. He felt embarrassed that he had made the woman so uncomfortable, and hoped she had not made a complaint with the woman on the front desk.
At this point he decided to consult her for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?"
The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story of what happened in that room. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in there, and we find that even now, whoever stays there gets very uncomfortable. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."
[ This is all Frisk will be left with for several minutes until Ranko calms down. Afterwards, thankfully, she manages to dodge the glitches long enough to reply legibly. ]
I am assuming the man left the hotel and never spoke of the matter again. Which would be wise of him.
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Then she reaches the end. ]
I fear I do not understand.
Is this story saying what I think it is? [ because if so...please no ]
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if you think krissie is a ghost
then
yes
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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[ Ranko regrets it instantly, but the allcaps she sends are pretty indicative of how she feels. Who would possibly do such a thing? Even in fiction? Have they no self-preservation skills?! ]
Furthermore, I
[ And at that, her app freezes up. Frustrated, Ranko boots it up again and logs back in - only to be greeted with another creepypasta staring her in the face. There's no visible away around it, only an invitation to forward it to someone - and, rather than actually read the offending article, she sends it to the last person she contacted on the device.
Sorry, Frisk. ]
Did you ever see one of those videos where you are asked to look for or follow something specific throughout the video? Then, at the end, they reveal that as you were watching, something large and intrusive moved around in plain sight and you never even noticed it. It's frightening how often that happens, like how I just moved from the doorway into your room as you read this.
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[Of course, the creepypasta is forwarded to them. Of course, they're dropping their phone as they turn around to check no one is in the room with them. They're 10-years-old and this is horrible??? Make it stop. Or, you know, don't make it stop.
There is no making it stop.
And because this chain of suffering must go on, Frisk's phone seems to have exited the app after being dropped on the ground. Which means—]
This week, I moved into a new house. The house itself is lovely, with two stories, three bedrooms, two baths, a fenced-in backyard, and a big kitchen. The tree in the front yard is tall and strong and does a fine job of blocking my living room windows from the street, the water pressure is fabulous, the closets are large, and the wood floors are new. The only problem I’ve had so far is that my neighbors are rather loud. Our houses connect on one side, so we share a living room, bedroom, and kitchen wall. All day long, I can hear them banging around their kitchen, watching loud movies, talking, and their small child crying. It’s a bit trying, but nothing I can’t live with, I suppose.
Now, to get directly to the thing that really concerns me, it started when I was in the shower this morning. I usually like to have music playing while I shower, but today, I decided that I’d rather just enjoy the silence. The activity was fairly uneventful, until, as I was in the middle of washing my hair, I heard my neighbors talking from the other side of the wall. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but it sounded strange to me. It seemed that they were mumbling something, whispering, and occasionally laughing quietly, but I couldn’t figure out how I could hear them if they were evidently speaking quietly. I thought that they must be standing absurdly close to their side of the wall in order to be so audible in the midst of my shower.
I didn’t think too much of this incident until I was leaving for work an hour later. As I started to open my car door, I turned back to the house, feeling like I’d forgotten something. As I looked up at my bedroom window, I realized that the neighbor’s house shares a wall on the opposite side of the house from the bathroom. On the other side of the bathroom lies my bedroom closet.
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!!!!
no!!!!!!!!
WHY WOULD YOU FORGET WHAT SIDE OF THE HOUSE YOUR BATHROOM IS ON
these people are all cursed, they need the urgent assistance of an exorcist, they are forbidden from ever mentioning closets in my presence agai
[ Another glitch? Why, yes indeed! And here we go: ]
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. She explained that it was a store room, and that it was out of bounds. She reminded him of this several times before allowing him upstairs. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.
However, the insistence of the woman had piqued his curiosity, so the next night he walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was incredibly pale. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. Was this a celebrity? The owner's daughter? He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.
As he was still looking, the woman turned sharply and he jumped back from the door, hoping she would not suspect he had been spying on her. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn't make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red. He felt embarrassed that he had made the woman so uncomfortable, and hoped she had not made a complaint with the woman on the front desk.
At this point he decided to consult her for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?"
The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story of what happened in that room. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in there, and we find that even now, whoever stays there gets very uncomfortable. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."
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dont know
maybe she was
REALLY REALLY REALLY bad at directions (\(T________T)/)
[WHY ARE GLITCHES A THING save them]
oh no
oh no
oh no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WAS THE GHOST LOOKING THROUGH THE KEYHOLE TOO?????????????
IS THE MAN GONNA DIE NOW
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[ This is all Frisk will be left with for several minutes until Ranko calms down. Afterwards, thankfully, she manages to dodge the glitches long enough to reply legibly. ]
I am assuming the man left the hotel and never spoke of the matter again. Which would be wise of him.
[ ...
is it over, ranko thinks
better make sure ]
BEGONE, GLITCH!! I CAST THEE OUT!!