Oxide's Haunting
Hey guys, I just want to let you know that this is 100% true, but my memory may be a bit hazy on the dates. This will be a short one as I have forgot some aspects of the incident.
You may have heard of the popular video game Crash Team Racing. Well, this happened when I was about eight years old.
I begged my mother (my parents were going through a divorce so I was saddened by it) to get me the game, so I eventually got the game. I was ecstatic by what I got, but about a year after I got the game, things turned for the worse.
I was asleep when I was, for some reason, woken up, I still don't know what woke me up that night.
My eyes were adjusting to the darkness when I noticed a figure in the upper left corner of the wall that I was facing, but I blew it off as just something of my imagination. I still couldn't get back to sleep, so I stayed awake for about 10 minutes...
... The creepy thing was that the figure was still there, so after the 10 minutes passed, the figure turned out to be... Oxide. He didn't look like what he did in the game (I added a picture of what he looks like in his Hovercraft ship thing whatever it's called.)
His top was torn and bloody, his eyes were bleeding. They were also black and red pupils were there instead of his normal eyes (very much like Sonic from the Sonic . exe Creepypasta) and his teeth were hellishly sharp, too.
Demonic Oxide was hovering about three feet parallel to my bed but he was about six to eight feet away from where I was laying. Then, all of a sudden, he lunged at me with a demonically crooked smile and disappeared about an inch or so away from my face. I was completely terrified and scared shitless, so I woke my mother up and told her what happened. She told me that I had a nightmare and told me to go back to sleep, but I was too afraid to go back to sleep.
He sometimes haunts me to this day, but not as much as when he did when I was younger. The ironic thing is that I still play the game on occasion...
Credited to Jrod2702
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