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…