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Jeff the Killer Reboot Part 4

Posted in Children, Creepy, Creepypasta, Fiction, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 15, 2015 by Stephanie Selby

A long time coming! I know, I’m such a slow writer! Read parts 1, 2, and 3 if you haven’t already.


Jeff and Liu waited at the bus stop with the exact same enthusiasm as criminals being carted off to the county jail. The sky above was a pale grey, and a sharp chill was in the air, reminding them that autumn was truly on its way. Liu sat on the curb while Jeff, thinking it too cold to sit on the concrete, choose to lean on the pole of the bus sign.

Drowsy, Jeff could feel himself nodding off in his boredom. Just another day in his insufferable life. So often he felt like this was the default emotion, every moment was some state of boredom that enveloped him like a cloud of smoke. And yet…

Suddenly, Jeff snapped his eyes open. The sound of something rolling was sudden, and shook him from his melancholy.

The source of it was soon realized, as a young skateboarder zoomed by and jumped directly over Liu’s lap. Liu must have had only a fraction of a second to lean back and prevent his face from colliding with the board.

“Shit!” Liu yelled, springing to his feet.

The skateboarder spun himself around, stopped, and kicked his board up. He seemed to take stock of Jeff and Liu with a look of satisfaction.

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves some new sheep for the slaughter!” he said with unnerving cheer.

Jeff had made no real move at this point, but he could now observe his brother’s offender. With blonde, spiky hair the boy looked slightly younger than himself, wearing a bright orange hoodie with blue denim skater shorts. His face held a smug, shit-eating grin that didn’t quite fit with one so young. Jeff couldn’t help thinking that he looked far too much like Bart Simpson.

“What the hell is your problem?” Liu asked.

“Seeing as you two are new here, there are a few things you need to know,” the boy said. “My name is Randy Sutherland, the baddest motherfucker in this town! I call the shots, and there’s a little toll for taking the bus in this neighborhood. Pay up or you’ll regret it.”

Unimpressed, Liu rolled his eyes. “Dude, fuck off. Do you seriously think your little bad boy routine is supposed to scare us? You look like you just stopped pissing the bed last week! What are you gonna do? Give us a wedgie?”

“We’re too old for your bullshit,” Jeff agreed. “Go pick on some preschool kids.”

“Oh really?” Randy asked, unfazed. “You might want to think again, bitch.”

Rustling came from some nearby bushes, and two much larger boys slipped out to join him. The first had a slim build, a horrid case of acne, and had a dopey, drugged look on his face. The other was a pure behemoth of blubber, with an ugly scrunched face that probably made him look angry all the time. Both looked a year or two older than Randy, which left Jeff wondering how he managed to gain so much control over them.

“These are my associates: Keith and Troy. You choose the hard way, and they’ll wipe the floor with your bloody asshole. So what’s it gonna be? Payment or the cemetery?”

Liu and Jeff glanced at each other. There was no question. It was all they needed know they would take these losers on.

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!


“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 Creepypasta, Ghosts, Memes, Pictures, Uncategorized, Weird Videos with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 7, 2014 by Stephanie Selby

Finally, I’m back to making some of my own videos again! This is a narration of a great webcomic from a South Korean artist. I highly recommend checking it out, and be sure to scare your friends with it too! Have a great weekend!

Creepypasta Critique: Chatroom 98

Posted in Creepypasta, Horror, Memes, Review, Short Stories, Uncategorized, Weird Videos with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on December 10, 2013 by Stephanie Selby

Chatroom98Well, it seems that I feel like discussing creepypasta again, although this will be a shorter engagement. I plan on talking about these types of stories on a regular basis in the future, so if you have requests for one in particular, I will be happy to oblige.

Chatroom 98’s author remains unknown to me, but the story consists of a teenager having a terrifying conversation with a strange computer program. You can read the original story here if you’re unfamiliar. A creepypasta narrator, CreepsMcPasta, also does a great take on this story, greatly improving the experience. Go check it out.

Now let’s begin!

If you have read it, you may find the tale to be lackluster. A stupid teenager named David finds a mysterious computer disk in his attic, and after a brief scare chooses to commit suicide with threadbare justification. The villain only has to show his face to somehow drive the teen insane, and for some reason the audience is warned not to go looking for Darwyn Clarke. I don’t know about any of you, but I’ve got an entire continent and an ocean to separate me from a specific attic in England that houses a red CD-ROM case. The story barely qualifies as unsettling.

Chatroom 98 also has some problems with basic storytelling and writing. The capitalization of certain words and sentences are supposed to be there for emphasis, but proves problematic for me because it makes me think of obnoxious yelling. There are even inconsistencies in the timeline; how can David be having difficulty sleeping for weeks if his encounter only happened four nights ago?

So, you may be wondering why I would want to talk about Chatroom 98 at all – I must despise it entirely! The answer is simple: I don’t hate it at all. I think the general idea has got some potential, and with a little polish could become a real gem.

The best thing about Chatroom 98 is its characters. David is very convincing annoying teenager, and the creepypasta’s tone matches well with what an awkward teenager would write. For example, I am completely convinced that a sixteen year old boy would type goofy, vulgar nonsense into a chat program just to see what would happen.

I’m also intrigued by Darwyn Clarke. Even though we’re given few details, his age, language and preference for theater suggests that in some respects he’s a classy, English gentleman. I’m also left wondering why he hated his sisters so much and why he became a computer program as a punishment for his crimes. There’s something about a man born over a hundred years ago becoming a form of modern technology that creates a great juxtaposition. I know that this lack of detail for Darwyn was likely an attempt keep an air of mystery and suspense, but mostly I’m just left perplexed.

I suppose my point is to send out a message to the author of Chatroom 98: wherever you are, please give this story another chance. Don’t let it go to waste!


The Demon’s Day: Enter Anubis Part 3

Posted in Dark, Fantasy, Fiction, Horror, Scary, Supernatural, The Demons' Day with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 13, 2011 by Stephanie Selby

Hello again! I wanted to get the next part up sooner, but I’ve been getting over a cold and been feeling a bit foggy. I worry about the quality of my writing in that state, so I held off finishing until my condition improved. The good news is that I’ve been getting a few likes, recommendations, and subscribers, and I want to thank those of you who have been doing that. Feel free to leave comments or any constructive criticism you may have. It would really make my day! ________________________________________________________________________________________________________

For a moment the jackal’s face betrayed no expression and Eva’s heart sank with failure. But to her surprise, his muzzle finally formed a smile and began chuckling. “You are a complete idiot to think you could make my brother do anything, much less punish me in the same manner as a mortal. However, I wouldn’t like to have my good name tarnished by the dead. I take pride in the quality of my work. Besides, guiding someone out would be a nice change of pace, despite how annoyingly dumb they may be. In all my years I have never done something like it before.”

Eva didn’t know how to take what the jackal had to say. She was glad that there was at least someone to help, but this canine was the snobbiest jerk she had ever come across. Just because she was young didn’t mean she was stupid. She hated the jackal for assuming otherwise. What could an animal like him know about a girl he had barely met anyway?

“So how does anybody get out of this dead land?” Eva asked, “I got here by following a monster and falling off a building. I’m guessing that isn’t going to work again.”

“It is going to require work on your part,” said the jackal. “This world is not like your own where all locations are fixed, with only one way to get from place to place. People and locations in this world are fluid, and are drawn together by their similarities. One could never take the same route twice. As we find ourselves in different places, you’re going to have to think about what qualities in you drew you to them. It is the only way that you will be able to move on.”

“So what exactly do I need you for?” Eva asked. “You make it sound like I could just do it all on my own.”

“On the contrary!” he exclaimed “Introspection is not a simple matter. It could take a traveler hundreds, if not thousands of years to get themselves out of the proverbial quagmire that brought them here in the first place. You do not have the luxury of time. Normally it is not the living’s place to know what death is like, and I’m sure you have no knowledge of this land or its residents. Also, it will be dangerous for you without that knowledge. I, however, have been traversing this land for thousands of years. You could benefit from my expertise.”

Eva could suddenly see why the jackal wasn’t very worried about her predicament. The way he made it sound, to get out of here in time would be almost entirely hopeless. Still, his lack of concern wasn’t making him look any better. She also wondered how it could be dangerous; falling from a building was survivable in this place, so what could be the real danger?

“Are you alright?” the jackal asked with growing impatience. “Daylight is wasting. We must go now if we hope to make any progress.”

Eva figured, at this point, she had nothing to loose. There was no point giving up when her very life was at stake, and this place seemed so empty anyway. Sure the jackal had his warnings, but how hard could it really be getting through a deserted city? At least if she made it, she would be the only living person with real knowledge of life after death. That thought left her feeling a bit giddy.

“So where do we go?” Eva finally asked with a slight smile.

“Overconfident, are we not?” the jackal commented. “Wherever you think we need to go. In a world like this, it is best to follow your instincts.”

Eva looked as far as she could towards the east end of the street. From the horizon, she could see the low sun rise above the middle of the street. Normally such a sight would be beautiful, but the sun looked like an unsightly blood-red disk. The sky was only more of the same shade. It was an uglier color than the normal bright pinks of sunrise back in the real world. It gave the sky a violent tone that left her wary.

“Um, let’s go this way,” Eva said, pointing west. “The sun looks so weird here. It gives me the creeps.”

“Very well,” the jackal said. He turned and started walking west. Eva followed just behind him.

As they began Eva quickly noticed some odd behavior in the jackal. He weaved and ducked in an unusual pattern as if he was avoiding something, but for all she could tell there was nothing blocking the path for either of them. It made the jackal look silly.

“What are you doing?” Eva asked with a laugh. “Steering clear of the cracks in the road?”

“With any luck you’ll see what it is quite soon,” was his only reply.

For a few moments they walked down the center of the road in silence. Eva ignored the bizarre movement of the jackal. As they quickly made their way, Eva was surprised to see just how decrepit and the city buildings had become. She thought it was strange that she hadn’t noticed just how bad conditions were when she first woke up. It was as if they were in the middle of an abandoned ghetto. She was beginning to wonder if she had picked the wrong way when she suddenly found was walking through a misty figure.