Putting .exe in my story makes it scury.exe

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One quite day, I was playing video games. I was playing sonic.exe because the game is very fun!!!!!!!! I heard a knock on the door. I looked to see who it was. No one was there except for a cartridge that said sonic the hedgehog. I was a big sonic.exe fan, too bad there was no other sonic games. Maybe one of my friends... oh wait i have no friends (forever alone i am) anyway I grabbed the cartridge. I noticed I needed a Sega genesis. I was wondering Da Fuqs a Sega genesis. I searched on internet to find out were i could get this game console. I went to the pawn shop. I was told $100 for it. Da fuq! Luckily i got it for free because I fuqed the hot pawn shop girl.

T H E G A M E A L R E A D Y ! ! ! !

I started the game. It showed sonic show up just like the original sonic.exe, except it didn't show the screen change. Sega still said Sega, Sonic looked different. DA FUQ!!!! Anyway I pressed start. It said green hill zone and for some reason i was sonic. The music was playing a happy tone. I jumped on a robot hoping for some blood. Nothing just a animal jumping away. Strange, i thought sonic would eat the animals. This was so fucking "SCARY"

I decided to RAGE QUIT! I sold the game and the Sega to the pawn shop. They said i couldn't give it back. I fuqed the girl and her beatiful mother and got $110. I went home happy to return to the original sonic.exe. I started to play it, but then it said Sonic.exe.exe is not working. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And then a skeleton popped out and i got died.

Written in the bottom of rejected creepy pasta's.



Written by Erdnas‎
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