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Bedtime is supposed to be a happy event for a tired child; for me it was terrifying. While some children might complain about being put to cama before they have finished watching a film or playing their favourite video game, when I was a child, night time was something to truly fear. Somewhere in the back of my mind it still is.

As someone who is trained in the sciences, I cannot prove that what happened to me was objectively real, but I can swear that what I experienced was genuine horror. A fear which in my life, I'm glad to say, has never been equalled. I will relate it to you all now as best...

I just got kingdom hearts (the first one) from gamestop brand new, so I cracked out the old PS2 and gave it ago. The first thing I noticed was that the título screen didn't have Sora, it was Kairi. "What the hell.." I said as I stared at the picture of Kairi. The song was just a little higher pitch than I remember, I thought it was just me and I pressed New Game. Instandly I was Sora and I was in Hollow Bastion. The KeyBlade was Oath Keeper and you could talk to Kairi. I talked to Kairi and she said "Sora...your time..." Then Kairi disappeared. My controller shaked and the oath keeper started...

You'll probably read this and say, “That persons got issues.” Well, I don't have issues.

It's nothing new to you people, but let me say what I want to get out to you. CreepyPastas are real. You may think after you either make or read one that its all just fake. It's not. As you write a CreepyPasta, the main character, monster, or whatever it's about takes shape in real life. I know from experience.

I'll be playing a Sonic game and see his eyes and mouth change to the exe status. Every damn time too. But it's only for a second, then I'll hear someone whisper to me to keep things interesting...

~Not Mine. Taken from the creepypasta wiki~

We've all had those times, late at night. Maybe you're a little tired, and you turned off your lamp to help you relax, so it's just you and the dull glow of the screen. You hear a little noise behind you and jump. You turn around, and there's a jet-black silhouette of a man in the corner. But as your eyes focus, you realize it's only just your curtain. Damn cat was playing with it again, got it all twisted up. The house was just settling, and your mind jumped to a dark place. Nothing to be afraid of, not really.

That's pareidolia. It happens to everybody...