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Jeff the Killer Reboot Part 3

Posted in Creepy, Creepypasta, Family, Memes, Short Stories, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 4, 2014 by Stephanie Selby

Here we go guys, finally on to part 3! If you’re new to this tale here are parts 1 and 2 respectively. Have fun!

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The next morning began with Jeff and his brother getting ready for their first day at their new school. Their mother was frantic, trying to get them ready before she had to leave for her own errands. Apparently Liu had awoken late and was still getting dressed when Jeff had come down to the kitchen for breakfast, as he could hear the two bicker all the way upstairs.

“Honestly Liu, is it really that hard to set your alarm?” he heard his mother ask. Knowing her, she was probably picking at Liu’s clothes and hair, making sure everything was in place.

Jeff could hear his brother as well. “Mom, stop! It’s fine! My hair is fine! Would you just leave me alone?”

Not long after Liu stomped down the stairs, toothbrush in mouth and buttoning up his shirt.

“So how are you this morning?” Jeff asked with a hint of sarcasm.

Liu pulled the toothbrush out of his mouth, spat in the kitchen sink, and began pulling a box of Pop-Tarts from off the shelf. “Could definitely be better,” he replied in a bitter tone. “Watch out: Mom’s being a mega bitch today.”

The two fell silent as their mother quickly paced her way into the room, putting on a diamond earring in one ear. The business suit she wore was a bright red. Being a real estate agent herself, she did everything she could to get the attention of buyers and sellers alike; wearing bright colors was just one of her strategies. All it ever did for Jeff was make him think of blood, like she was some kind of ravenous predator.

Jeff’s father had already left for work, so at least he was spared from the nonsense. Jeff wished that he could just get his morning routine over with and leave. But he knew his mom would flip if she realized that he had left without inspecting him as well. She wouldn’t like Jeff leaving without the protection of his older brother either.

As he sat at the table, his mother gave Jeff a good look-over, and a sharp tsk of disappointment escaped her.

“Did you really have to wear that shirt today Jeff?” she asked as she walked over to him. She put a hand into his hair shaking her head. “Ugh, I should have taken you somewhere to get a haircut. It’s getting way too long. You’re starting to look like a damn hippie.”

His mother’s criticisms was starting to get to him. As he ate his cereal, he started gripping his spoon more and more tightly. It wasn’t until he pulled his fingers around the handle into a fist that he realized what he was doing.

Suddenly Jeff was gripped with the idea to shove the spoon into his mother’s eye socket. Her screams echoing in his head. He could imagine the wet sucking sound as he scooped her eye out, leaving nothing but a bloody hole in the side of her face.

This was only fantasy, yet it was one that managed to surprise even him. He was aware he was prone to such flights of fancy, yet he had never had such an intense desire to act until this very moment. He grunted, shifting away from his mother’s hand.

She sighed and left the room, saying nothing else to either Jeff or Liu. Most likely, she was content to ignore the two for now and move on with the rest of her day. Jeff shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he tried to push the images from his mind. He held his spoon properly and finished his cereal in haste.

“Come on, Jeffy,” Liu said as he slapped his brother on the back. “The bus is going to get here really soon. I don’t want to have to get mom to drive us if we miss it.”

Jeff grunted and gulped down the last of his cereal. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” with little enthusiasm. “Just don’t leave me here to rot.”

 

Weird Video of the Week

Posted in Creepypasta, History, Short Stories, Supernatural with tags , , , , , , , , on November 14, 2014 by Stephanie Selby

Sorry about the lack of posts this week. I’ve been running behind on my NaNoWriMo work and have been trying to catch up, and failing! But it’s okay you guys can listen to a really great story, and I’ll write like hell over the weekend. Make sure you have a good one too!

 

PenPal Series

Posted in Books, Children, Creepypasta, Horror, Literature, Narrations, Short Stories, Weird Videos with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 28, 2014 by Stephanie Selby

Halloween is coming and I’m super excited! I’d love to hear if anyone else has unique plans to celebrate. Today I’d like to introduce you to a wonderful story about a young man’s not-so-ideal childhood.

I became acquainted with this tale through creepypasta narrators MrCreepyPasta and CreepsMcPasta. What’s posted below is narration from the latter. I’ve been told it’s also available on Kindle as well. This series is just plain AWESOME. There’s really not enough words in the dictionary to describe how good this series is. The setup and execution is clever, creepy, and draws you in right away. I’ll probably do a creepypasta critique for this one in the future. For now I encourage you to enjoy them. The videos may be long, but they are well worth your time!

Jeff the Killer Reboot Part 2

Posted in Creepypasta, Family, Short Stories with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 9, 2014 by Stephanie Selby

So here’s part two of the Jeff the Killer Reboot. I know it’s a long time coming, but I plan to keep this tale updated through October, so you can expect to see more. You can read part one here. Don’t be afraid to tell me what you think!

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“Hi, I’m Barbara!” she said, smiling cheerfully. Her white blouse ruffled in the early autumn breeze, along with her short, curly hair; a quaint, yet unremarkable appearance. As Jeff observed, he couldn’t help but think that this woman would be forgotten in seconds if, for some reason, she inexplicably disappeared.

“Just thought I’d stop by to introduce ourselves. This is my son-” She gave the boy a slight nudge, “Billy, say hi to our new neighbors.”

“Hi,” was all he bothered to say before weaseling out of his mother’s grip and running back across the street to play in his own yard.

“Oh! Well it’s wonderful to meet you,” Jeff’s mother replied with a warm smile. It seemed to Jeff she was putting on her charms already. Jeff picked up the last boxes and took them to the front porch before his mother’s pleasantries would make him want to vomit.

“So what do you think?” Liu asked as Jeff walked up the steps.

As Jeff set the boxes down, he turned and looked at his mother and the neighbor as they chattered like birds. “I think she’ll be the most popular woman in the neighborhood by the end of the week,” he said with a slight hint of sarcasm.

Liu snickered. “Always the optimist, huh?”

Liu’s grin didn’t last for long though, as they both overheard what the new neighbor had to say. “You know next weekend Billy’s going to be having a birthday party. Would you and your boys like to come?”

“Of course they would love to!” their mother exclaimed. “I bet they would love to meet all of Billy’s friends!”

The boys looked on bewildered. How could their mom be getting them into this nonsense? Still, neither had time to voice their objections.

Before long she had discussed the arrangements and said her goodbyes to the other woman. As she made her way back to the house Jeff and Liu were ready to give her a piece of their minds.

“Mom, what the hell?” Liu asked annoyed as they entered their new home. “Why’d you invite us to some little kid’s party?”

“Don’t ya think we’re a little too old to befriend that kid anyway?” Jeff added in agreement.

“Both of you stop complaining – and don’t use that word Liu!” their mother replied. Liu sighed and rolled his eyes.

Jeff’s mother stared he sons down as she made her point. “Boys, we just moved here; it’s important that we make a good first impression as soon as possible. More of our neighbors and other people in the community are likely going to be at that party. It’s vital that we all be there to show that we’re a good family. I’m not going to end up some kind of social pariah, and neither are the rest of you. We’re going to that party and that’s final.”

Neither son made an effort to reply. Living their entire lives with her, they knew when it was futile to argue when she was this determined. Liu turned went inside, slamming the door behind him. Jeff kept his head down and slowly followed.

“You’re going to be living here for a while guys,” she called after them. “You need to start fitting in!”

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Jeff plopped himself on his bed and stared at the ceiling for the longest time. Oftentimes, all he needed was a little peace and quiet to quiet his angry moods like the one he had right now, but this time the feelings lingered longer than he liked. When things were like this he could get himself into real trouble – the kind of trouble that his mother didn’t like discussing with others.

When he was a kid his moods were harder for him to control. Jeff’s dad once found several dead songbirds hidden in his sock drawer. That’s when he had to go see Dr. Radcliffe for a while. He didn’t want to repeat that experience anytime soon.

Luckily the mood soon abated and Jeff rose to finish unpacking his things. The work helped as well, and he became so engrossed in his task that he almost didn’t hear his mother call him for dinner.

 

Weird Video of the Week

Posted in Animation, Monsters, Music, Short Stories, Weird Videos with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 25, 2014 by Stephanie Selby

For this week, I’m sharing an intriguing little music video that offers quite a twist. It has a lot of views, it demands to be seen repeatedly. Enjoy!

 

Dead Air Part 3

Posted in Creepypasta, Death, Fantasy, Fiction, Ghosts, Short Stories with tags , , , , , , , on April 22, 2014 by Stephanie Selby

I was unnerved by his attitude, but kept my composure. “I’m very sorry sir, I’m having some difficulty hearing you so you’ll have to speak up. How can I help you today?”

At first there was nothing I could really make out aside from some strange whispering, but finally the same deep voice began to speak. “Do you believe in evil?”

“Yes…” I answered, somewhat confused. “Is there anything I could help you with?”

“It’s good that you do. I’ve been trying to contact the outside world for some time now with little success. You could certainly help me with getting out of this retched place.”

While the anger in this man’s voice had scared me at first, his newfound relaxed tone was surprisingly warm and charming. His vocabulary and confidence left me with the impression that he was intelligent and articulate. Even though I still had no idea what he wanted, he left me with a little hope that this call would be over soon. Intelligent people are so much easier to deal with.

“So let me see if I understand you correctly,” I said, trying to make my voice sound less tentative than I felt. “You’re stuck or trapped somewhere very unpleasant, and choose to call your wireless provider for help? Where are you? Are you locked in a room or perhaps a basement?”

“Think deeper, my dear,” the voice said. “I’ve been trying to contact anyone with a pulse for eons now, through all kinds of means,” he explained. “It’s not easy contacting the living from another plane of existence, especially in the way communication has changed in the last century or so.”

Now I was wondering if I had some kind of crank-caller on my line. The center doesn’t get too many of these types of people, and this would be my first experience with one. My mind raced to figure out how I could get this idiot to hang up as soon as possible. He was wasting my time and there was no way for me to hang up on him or call him out on his bullshit. Another addition to the long list of rules for working here.

I didn’t even want to think about the possibility that he could be insane. That was something that I really had no clue how to deal with.

“Sir, if you’re having some kind of emergency I recommend hanging up and calling 911-”

“Don’t hang up on me again!” the caller screamed, it was so loud that I jumped in my chair and my ears began to ring. My visible shock made my neighbors in their small cubicles stare at me in confusion. I smiled and nodded silently to assure them I was alright and still in control of my call. No way was I going to let them think I couldn’t handle it. I quickly began talking again in order to regain some sense of control.

“Sir I realize that you’re in some sort of predicament, but this center is intended to assist our wireless customers. If you are a customer, I can help manage your account or troubleshoot problems with your phone. If you’re trapped or stuck somewhere, there’s not much I can do to resolve that problem. Your best bet is to contact your local authorities.”

A Special Story

Posted in Family, Humor, Short Stories, Weird Videos with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 1, 2014 by Stephanie Selby

I don’t normally post videos on Tuesdays, but today I’ll make an exception. This is a story from my father. He always loves to tell this one around a campfire full of friends and loved ones. In fact, this is the first campfire story he told me as a child! Enjoy.

 

 

Yeah, dear old Dad was a troll long before it was a thing… Happy April Fools!