A Sonichu... uh... Creepypasta? - What.

[Sanae Kochiya]

So, Creepypastas are some of my guilty pleasures. I was listening to some in the background while doing some random ass crap and I heard the words "14 Branchland Court."

If I was drinking, I would have done a spittake.

http://generalmeldor.deviantart.com/art/The-House-on-Branchland-470555886

Sonichu Creepypastas exist. What is life.

 

[MehicTUH_92]

What.

 

[cypocraphy]

It always was a creepypasta.

 

[Sanae Kochiya]

[9:15:02 AM] @MehicTUH_92 : Wait someone fucking read this?
[9:15:04 AM] MehicTUH_92: Link
[9:15:30 AM] Sanae Kochiya:

[9:16:35 AM] MehicTUH_92: Oh good lord

 

[Quijibo69]

Chris is scary 24/7! No need for creepypasta!

 

[Randall Fragg]

top fucking kek.

 

[300mm]

Sonichu Creepypastas exist. What is life.

Chris wrote what basically amounts to a creepypasta back in 2010.

I went over to Chris's house with a flashlight that Night. I'm trekking through the daylilly garden aisles, searching for more bad I can do about the house. When suddenly, I hears a voice, "Hello". I look around and see nobody. I am Terrified. Then suddenly, I am fucking paralyzed; my ankles and wrists are pulled to my left and right, feeling like there were other people's hands holding them down on a floor, and I feel a pair of hands on my Neck too; strangling me, yet I can still breathe. Then the voice comes back, "Hello, Mr. Troll." It is the voice of a child, about 8 years old. I struggle to look around, yet I see nobody. I'm fuckin' shittin' my pants here. The voice continues, "Do not be afraid of me, like the teachers of the Elementary School were; they did not understand me and my mind. I want you to understand my mind..." Right after, I see a lot of strange images going through my mind. Including the images of an abusive babysitter called "Roache" locking me alone in a static room; a therapy session at James Madison University; the teachers, guidance counsoler and principal of Nathanel Greene Elementary School holding me down and taping my screams and more. I tried to scream, but Nothing came out; it was a Scream of Silence; I could not even utter a WORD in Normal Voice; Only Silence.

Next thing I knows, I am knocked back onto the cement block trail of the garden aisle, by the weight of a big dog, yet there was no dog. Wrists, Ankles and Neck still being hand-held, the child ghost leaves my mind, and then I hear a deep womanly voice, Growling at me as I smelled the stench of a dog's breath surrounding my nostrils. The voice says, "Do not mess with my master, my family or me, you infidel!" Next, I feel the sting of the dog biting into both of my ankles, one after the other. At that moment, I struggle back, leaving behind the lit flashlight I dropped earlier when my arms were being stretched out. And I limp as fast as I can back to my house, closing and locking the door behind me, gasping for breath and dripping with sweat. I limp to the bathroom with the shower and look in the mirror; what a gross mess I looked like. And I see a Big, Red Rash on the right side of my neck, and rashes on both of my wrists, from the hands that held them in place. And my pant legs were ripped, and he saw on both of my ankles rashes, and Teeth Marks of a Dog. I tried to scream again, but it was another silent scream. And I was unable to speak at all for Four Hours.

I have encountered the Spirits of Young Christopher Weston Chandler and Patti, protecting the Chandler Household. I warn you all right here and now, Stay Away from his house, and Patti's Grave. It is NOT worth it to have to suffer the Nightmare that can render you as damned silent as the Autistic child. And Patti is definitely not friendly to our dark kind.

I tell you only the truth, my friends.

 

[Sailor_Jupiter]

Amazing! #u#

 

[friedshrimp]

Everything got worse ever since Bob came back to haunt the house...

Also how much do you bet some nerd on TVTropes will make a Nightmare Fuel page for this

 

[Sanae Kochiya]

Also how much do you bet some nerd on TVTropes will make a Nightmare Fuel page for this

I mean, you could basically put Chris's entire life in there.

 

[Marisa Kirisame]

Hyper realistic blue arms!