Creepy Girlfriend Pasta

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You think my girlfriend is sweet? You think she couldn’t hurt a fly? Generally, you would be correct. But not that day… not that day.

This is the story of the scariest event in my life. I am not easily spooked. Horror movies do nothing to me, and I don’t jump when someone comes out from behind the door. However, there is one thing that gets to me: creepiness. When things seem almost normal, but things are just out of place enough to know something is wrong. When the laws of God’s universe seem slightly off, that is where all of my concerns and doubts come together and I find fear. It’s when a dark cloud covers a bright sun at a particular angle, or when a dream closely mirrors, but doesn’t entirely represent, reality. Thus, only one movie and one video game have ever truly freaked me out. The movie: Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho. The game: The Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask.

Enter creepypasta. There exists a story online which should never be read. It is the tale of a haunted Majora’s Mask cartridge. In it, a presence terrorizes the life of a poor victim. Now, if you want to sleep for the next three nights, I recommend you don’t read this. However, knowing your human curiosity, I know you will anyway. So just go ahead and click the link to read it if you want.

So, without giving too much away, I’m going to tell you what my girlfriend did. The plan was clever. When I told her about reading Ben Drowned, she seemed genuinely interested. The following weekend, we spent all day at my house reading the long story. We read all the material and watched all of the videos.

Then, after being creeped out reading the scary story, we moved on to doing other things. It was only that night when I took her home that she brought the matter up again. After doing some school work, she said the following.

“Let’s go play Majora’s Mask.”

I responded delighted that we could play one of my favorite games. So we went back to her room where the Nintendo Wii was set up. (We downloaded the game on the Virtual Console.) So I turned on the Wii, selected the game, and was greeted by the following screen:

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I have never been more scared in my life. This is EXACTLY how the haunted cartridge file names looks. I looked over at Nikki. She was just as scared.

I thought it may have been demons. I thought it may have truly been real. And I was scared… I had to get Nikki and myself out of that house. We had explored too much darkness, and this was our consequence.

She let me think this for probably five minutes, and it was only when I made her leave that she finally, finally, said something.

“I was the one to do that.”

She put those names on the game?

I couldn’t believe it. I had no idea that my sweet girlfriend could ever be so manipulative. So cruel. And that is the most scared I’ve ever been.

You shouldn’t have done that.

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Matthew Estes

Matthew Estes currently exists in the ether between graudate student and full-time worker. One day he hopes to be a full-time novelist and blogger, but until that day comes he spends his time playing video games, eating pizza, and being with his soon-to-be wife. However, he has yet to do all three at the same time. Bucket list stuff, you know.

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