My Life Story

Hello, my name is Theme… I was born in 1996. I’m Sagittarius. Full name is Theme Alexander Creus… I found some stories freaking people on the internet. Jeff the killer, Slenderman, Sonic.exe, Ticci toby and all that shenanigans. Some say (and YouTube) Marble Hornets is Real. Which I believe. I have seen them…

It was a field trip in high school. To a forest in city. To camp and that s**t. We played Truth or Dare. Which I don’t know why. It was the times that Creepypasta was around the internet. And most of the people in my school, was believed Slenderman. I wasn’t. And then a kid dared me to go to the darkest part of the woods. So I did. When it was pitch black, I started to go back. Until I get smacked in the head with a brick…

I woke up next to a campfire. I almost s**t my pants. Further away from the darkest point of the woods. I thought I was gonna die there, or get killed. I looked at the my watch. It was 2:27 am, the thing is I left the tent at 10 pm. We were camping at the north. So if anyone get lost, they can find the way back to the camp. I checked the compass on my watch, I started to go north. I ended up in a place that I never see. For all this time, I was feeling a strong pain in my face. So I go to the first glass I see, it was a glass of a carpenter shop. It scarred me to see the half of my face was burned. I was sure at the time. Life is not gonna be the same. Again.

The door of Carpenter wasn’t locked. I get in, hoping to find a mirror and try to understand what happened. I found something like a bowl. It was two pieces. And have a string to wear it like a mask. It had 2 holes for eyes I guess? So I ripped off a little bit from my clothes. Black fabric. Used the glue on the counter and sticked them together. I saw green and black paint on the counter. So I decided to paint this mask really fast. I did and get out.

I walked to the darker places until I realize. I was wearing a white T-shirt. Then what was that black clothes then? I realized I was wearing a black jacket, black T-shirt and jeans. I didn’t understand anything until I saw that knife hanging in the belt of the jeans. Then I understand everything. You don’t have to live some traumatic s**t to become a murderer, revenge is enough. Revenge from all that a*s hats jerks in the school, that “family”. But most importantly, the two who destroyed my life. I am on go from that day. I’m 24 nowadays. Do not worry if you live outside of Canada. But one day, you can, maybe I come to your place one day? Who knows right? Thank you for reading my life story. Now you know who I am. Goodbye…

  • PurplexiaSphinx

    Too. Many. Periods. It was okay… But seriously, use more commas instead. It makes the story seem broken and slowed down, try to make fewer separate sentences. It’s also incredibly clich√®, c’mon. Besides that, I wasn’t sure where the story was at certain points. Were they in the mountains? A forest? Why was there a carpentry shop in the woods??? When did he get burnt, exactly? Why was there a mask in the carpentry shop in the woods? How did he have the time to paint the mask? I’m sorry. The spelling was accurate, at least. Please do not take this as me trying to pick your story apart in a cruel way, I certainly do not intend it as such. I read a lot, and I write a lot. I want to help you and your stories become a bit better, so that later on you don’t read back on the things you’ve written and think: “G******n, I wrote this? This? I need bleach.” Because I have been there. Oh, believe me, I have been there.