Do Not Read This

A Story by Xian Fowler

A Creepypasta i wrote awhile back,

Do Not Read This

I swear to you when I tell you this, I am not insane, everything I'm about to tell you is entirely true, I mean who's sick enough to make this up. It started two weeks ago, I was reading some creepypasta online, really no different then most nights I'm craving that unsettled feeling. Now usually I rather read the classics, you know like Slenderman and the Rake, but that night something new caught my eye. It was a story titled 'Do Not Read This' and of course just like Pandora and her box, curiosity got the best of me. I ignored the title of the story and clicked on it, my screen flickered for a second and a new page was brought up, it looked the same as any other creepypasta I read before, as I started to read it though I noticed it didn't seem to read right, it had many grammatical mistakes and simple words where spelt wrong like 'read' for example being spelt as 'red' like the colour. Despite the oddity of this story I read on, now I promise I won't bore you with the small details but I can summarize it like this, it was a story about a kid, and based on the writing I assumed a young one at that, named Jeremy. The story talked about how Jeremy had been abused by his father who was a raging alcoholic and his mother who was so scared of the father that she did anything he said The story went on to explain that Jeremy had no friends in school, though it never said his grade, it did say that all the kids made fun of him because of the way he would always come to school in ripped and dirty clothes that barely fit him. Because of his being a social pariah Jeremy upon returning home from school would lock himself in his room and surf the Internet. In the story Jeremy found a place online that had helped him embrace his loneliness, Jeremy had found creepypasta. Days he spent feverishly reading stories of entity's murdering innocent people. At this point I was so entranced by this supposedly true story that I jumped when my mother flicked on the lights to my bedroom, we had a quick exchange of words before we wished each other a good night and she left, turning the lights off as she did. I eagerly returned to the story. It said Jeremy had read almost all of the old stories and was instantly hooked, every day after school he immediately ran upstairs and into his room locking his door as he went. Then one day he came across a story titled 'Do Not Read This' and just like I did read it anyways or as he spelt it "red it enyways." At this point I started questioning the authors originality when I realized that he said he had read a story with the exact same title as the one he had writen, but despite my mildly OCD thought I continued, I started reading again when all of the sudden my computer shut off, I jumped and then laughed as I looked by my feet where my cat laid with the power cord in his mouth, the bustard had pulled the cord out again, I laughed again at the moment of fright I felt, I took the cord from his mouth and plugged it back in shooing the cat away as I did so. I quickly rebooted the computer and opened my browser, I returned to creepypasta and tried to find the 'Do Not Read This" story again, I searched through what felt like the entire website and found nothing, suddenly it occurred to me to check my browsing history but like on creepypasta the story was gone, there was not even a sign that it had ever existed, all of my other history was there just not that story. I thought that was odd but nothing more and continued to read other scary stories for an hour before going to bed around eleven thirty. I woke up soon in a cold sweat after falling into the embrace of sleep, at first I figured it must have been the nightmare I had been having, I don't quite remember all the finer details of the dream but I do remember a face, oh dear Lord it was a face that was permanently burnt into my mind, the face belonged to a young boy, at least I think it was a boy but his eyes had no pupils almost as if he had rolled them all the way into the back of his head, he was also drooling but not saliva he was drooling blood then the boy raised his hands to his face and started to cry. I remember being overwhelmed with sadness at this point and I wanted to help him so I put my hand on his shoulder and when he looked at me his face had changed, instead of pure white eyes the kid had no eyes at all, just eye sockets that started to bleed and the blood trailed down the boy's face like tears. Then the boy started to smile and as he smiled his mouth got bigger and bigger until it took up his whole face, then it opened to reveal razor sharp teeth, and as he lunged I woke up. Now as I said I originally thought that was what woke me up but that turned out to not be the case, because from down the hall I head a voice, no more then a whisper but still audible. I slowly got out of my bed and put on my slippers and robe, I opened the door as slow as I could trying not to wake anyone in the house but failing miserably as the door let out a mighty shriek that made me wince. I crept down the hall toward where I heard the voice last, when I reached the end of the hall I stopped and listened and for a few seconds I heard nothing, then all of the sudden I heard another whisper but this time it called out my name, that sent a shiver down my spine but still onward towards the noise I went. That's when I realized that the voices where now coming from my room, and to make it even more odd there seemed to be some kind of light on in there as well, though I knew for a fact that everything was off. I tiptoed down the hall and back to my room, as I looked in I saw that my computer was on. I reached for the off button but as I did the mouse pointer started to move on its own. It first went to start and then proceeded to open up my paint program. I stared in awe a*s my computer alone started to write out, "all you had to do wuz opin it" was written on the screen in a red that matched blood all too closely for me. I quickly reached down and yanked the plug out of the socket. The computer died and I let out a sigh. I laid in bed about an hour later, still up and still shaking. At first I figured I must have been still half asleep but the more I thought about it the more I started to realize it really happened, but what did it mean? And why was it so similar to the simple spelling mistakes in the "Do Not Read This" story. I tried to sleep after the event but just couldn't bring my self too because every time I closed my eyes I saw that face, empty eye sockets slowly being replaced by that smile, all those teeth and bang I'd shoot straight up in bed every hair on end my skin ravaged with goosebumps. After hours of laying in bed the sun started to peak through the blinds and I got out of bed and dressed for the day. I tried to shake off the events of the night before but no matter what I did that face was at the back of my mind. The thing I found most odd is that I associated that nightmare, specifically that face, with the event involving the computer, and even more peculiar was the fact that I associated both the incidents with Jeremy and the "Do Not Read This" story. My day wasn't anything unusual I went to work serving customers at McDonald's and at the end of my shift I caught the bus home, I quickly ate dinner with my family and we talked about each other's day. I tried to interact but my parents knew when my head was in the clouds so they let me go off to my room as soon as I cleared the table. I did my chore and quickly ran up to my room, I turned my computer on and impatiently waited as it did it's start up. When it was finally done loading I opened my browser and went to Google. The Page loaded and I typed "Do Not Read This Creepypasta" into the search bar and hit enter. I watched as the page started to load, but just as the results where showing the browser closed and paint opened just like last night. I tried to move the mouse but I had no control anymore as once again blood red letters started to appear on the screen, I watched in horror as the letters formed words and then a sentence, just one sentence that read "I am you and you arr me." I tried to scream but I couldn't all I could manage was "who are you?" I said it in barely a whisper and the screen refreshed and again the mouse moved on its own as it spelt out, "I am you." it said across the screen, I shuddered and said, "then who am I?" the words felt odd coming out of my mouth and again the screen refreshed itself, and again it started to write, what it said horrified me regardless of it making zero sense, it said, "you arr Jeremy." then underneath it appeared the words, "turn around." I did as the Computer said and slowly turned, what I saw was horrifying behind me was a boy with pure white eyes crying and drooling blood. As I watched him I realized that his eyes where melting and that though he seemed to be crying he was smiling, and that smile got bigger and bigger and bigger. I again tried to scream but before the sound could leave my lips the monster opened its mouth and pounced. Now I understand why the story was called Do Not Read This, because that story changes you turns you into a vessel for that thing, a vessel for Jeremy, and you don't even have to read the story, all it take is for you to click on it.