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Published: 2015-06-12 11:41:10 +0000 UTC; Views: 296; Favourites: 19; Downloads: 0
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A pic of Toby I did quite a while ago.I seriously love this Creepypasta :3
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You should be able to find it on the Creepypasta wiki if you search up 'ticci Toby' I think.
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I want to create my own pasta now, or some scary story. I read a bit of this tick-tick-pokemon story. That got me thinking. I walked a bit with my dog, we heard some rustling in the bushes - actually a lot of rustling. That got me thinking. And I am a paranoid guy - so I am sometimes scared of thinking....
Especially about Jenny.
....do you know about Jennifer?
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A character I created.
My name was Chris Harper. I was 17 years old. I used to live in the United States.
….not any longer.
I was a normal guy. I played games, hung out with friends, went to school – those kinds of things. However, sometimes I felt something eerie in the air. You know, that chilling feeling where something – or someone – is watching you, studying your every move. It was harmless at first, and I contributed it to general paranoia, buy as time went on, things took a more sinister approach.
Some days, when I got home from school, I would find pieces of hair, and I am talking small pieces of rope, on the steps to my house, or I would find X’s and O’s written in black marker on my door. At night my dog would start to growl and bark for no apparent reason. During these times, I often felt my hair stand on end, and from the corner of my eye, I swore I could see the outline of a figure, eyeing me from the window. Pale lights glowed in the middle of the night. Those nights were haunted by nightmares.
Then, on a Sunday morning, things got really, really scary.
I was walking my dog like usual, and I decided to stop to check the mail. There was an envelope there, which on the back said, ‘To Christopher’. I opened it. There was only a sheet of paper. In big, marker-drawn letters, it said: From Jennifer…
I flipped it. On the back, it said: We’ll be good friends for a really, really long time…
Just as I read that note, I whipped my head around and tore the letter in two. However, I couldn’t shake the feeling off me that someone was watching me from afar. The chills didn’t go away this time, nor did the feeling of unease.
Each day, I got new messages in the mail, and each day they became longer
I couldn't go longer. I was creeping myself out.
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This story sounds really cool so far!
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Thanks, but I got so paranoid I had to stop writing
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That's a shame, though it is best to stop if you feel that way.
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I'll finish it some day I think, but not in the middle of the night.
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Lol.
Tis a homestuck reference.
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