The CD

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I found this story on my mail and I thought it would be a good creepypasta. Don't ask me about the guy because I don't know him.



I am the kind of guy who is always looking for cool things in Chinese shops. You know, the ones you look in for fake PSPs or iPhones, or maybe an NES? I went to one of those shops, but I found nothing interesting there. I decided to buy two CD-Rs to burn some games for my Dreamcast. The shop ower gave me 2 CDs which had a strange, funny name - "Banana Park". The shop owner looked sad and depressed, and the CDs cost 60 cents each (in Euros).

I went home and inserted the first CD, which was blank, on my computer. I burned an NES emulator for my Dreamast. It took some time to boot the CD but it eventually worked. I was then ready to burn the second CD. I inserted the CD and noticed that this one wasn't blank; it had a file on it.

The first thing I did was check the file. It was a video. I thought it would be a cheap Chinese movie or something. It had a Chinese title (I can't paste the name here but you can check the video if you want). I clicked on the video and the first thing that appears is someone filming a TV; then a small Chinese boy appears in front of the camera. You can hear people talking in the background, but you can't hear what they're saying. In any case, it's not in English. The camera starts filming some dolls at this point. I thought I saw a boy with his organs outside of his body for a moment, but I figured that was just my mind playing tricks on me due to the fear I was by now experiencing. The boy in the video seems afraid and starts running away from the camera. While I was watching the video, one of my brother's toys fell from the shelf; then another, then another, and then stopped. By now I was pretty freaked out. In the video, the boy was now hiding under a sheet, but he got back up again and began running. This time, a strange Chinese symbol appeared on the screen. I don't know any Chinese so I couldn't tell you what it said. I tried to take the CD out, but it wouldn't budge. I had to use a knife to open the tray. I went to the kitchen and told my mom about the video, and she told me I should go back to the shop and tell them what happened.

So that's what I did. But when I arrived at the place, I noticed the shop was closed. I looked inside and I saw the boy from the video. I knocked on the shop's door but no-one answered, and when I looked inside again, the boy wasn't there.

Days later, I was on a bus heading to school, when I overheard two old ladies talking about a Chinese shop owner who was arrested for killing his wife and son. I am not sure, but I think the CD has something to do with that. The toy thing still haunts me today. When I am sleeping at night, some of the toys fall from the shelf and others even fly around. I also hear a Chinese child talking and laughing at night. I no longer own the CD, but I have the video and a photo of it. I feel like I'm under some sort of curse from this video; maybe I'm just crazy, maybe I really am cursed, I don't know. My parents say I'm the one who wants to believe in such things, because I am the only one who can feel the presence of this kid.

I have no idea what happened to his father. Maybe he was deported back to China to face jail.

My cellphone just rang. It was a blank message, but the sender isn't a phone number; it's a Chinese character. The same one that was in the video. This happened after I wrote this story. Maybe I should erase this; I think it's gone beyond being a simple creepypasta about a weird video I saw. My dog is barking like crazy, and I can hear someone at the front door. I hope it's my mom or dad.

I can see someone. It doesn't look like them, and it's just looking at the door. I don't know what the hell is happening. I'm going to call the police and maybe they can help me now. I should call my parents.

My cellphone doesn't work and my ph...



I guess the guy stopped writing because he died... who knows, from what I know the story is from 2001.

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