I'm a Huge Fan: Difference between revisions

enjoyed scary movies before I had even been introduced to Creepypasta and of course I loved horror novels. My favorite Creepypastas however were always the

ritual pastas. Something about them intrigued me and I always wanted to try one but I never really worked up the courage; at least not until I was about

only source of light I wrote my name on a piece of paper as the first step

requires. I pulled out a needle from my pocket; I had stolen it from my

doctor," I said to myself pressing a little harder and then a little harder

slowly breaking the skin. My thumb began to bleed, holding it over my paper I

allowed a drop to fall onto my paper. It soaked through the other side of paper

leaving a small stain on my carpeted floor. Approaching my door cautiously I

the next step. I dug through my memory ferociously trying to find the answer.

I removed my underwear as well. It was time for the final step. I approached

the ceiling fan penis in hand. Slowly getting closer and closer I pulled my

desk chair over to the middle of the room underneath the fan and stepped on top

dresser getting me inches away from the fan. There was only one thing I could

do, I jumped. My penis hit the fan directly and quickly became entangled in the

the motor stalling the machine. I could hear the mechanisms grinding and

struggling to move it was going to break. I heard a loud crack as my fan fell

began trying to untangle myself from the machine knowing my mother would come

running any second to see what caused the noise. She walked through the door to

my room as I struggled to stand up still stuck to the fan. She turned on the

however, because just as I was able to get to my feet the midnight man walked

through the door.

face.

 

 

A couple weeks later I had thoroughly recovered from the