I Told You To Smile

December 3, 2012 at 12:00 PM
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It was the 2nd of January, 2:04 AM. I woke up to a knocking on the door. One knock every 3 seconds. I slipped on my slippers and walked down the stairs. As I walked down, the knocking on the door got faster, almost like a heartbeat. When I got to the door, the knocking stopped, I looked outside and nobody was there.

I went back up to my room and went back to bed, thinking it was just some kids playing a prank. At 4:21 AM I woke up to the front door slamming shut. I jumped, terrified. I looked over at my frosted window to find “smile” written all over it in the frost. I grabbed my phone next to me, ready to call 911, only to find a message written on it saying “I told you to smile”. I cried and ran for my life running outside.

As soon as I got outside I knocked on my neighbors house across the road. They answered and held me while I sobbed. They phoned the police. At exactly 5:42, the police came to my neighbors house after an extensive search of my house. They told me there had been no evidence at all of anyone in my house other than me. The messages on the window were gone, same with my phone. They told me to get some sleep and advised me to see the doctor about stress and anxiety problems. Fuck that. I knew what happened to me was real.

The following evening, after spending the day at my neighbors, I went home. I went up to my bedroom and set up a camera. It was aimed at my bedroom door and my bed. I set it to record and went to sleep. Thankfully, I slept through the night. However, as I watched the footage, I couldn’t believe what I saw.

At 3 in the morning, something crawled out from under my bed. It was a completely naked, anorexic man. He stood  up and looked at me on the bed. He did so for another hour, not moving at all. Then he moved. He walked over to the camera until his face took up the whole shot. He was extremely pale and had bulging veins all over his head. His eyes were completely black, with a huge smile on his face. He stared at the camera for another two hours, not blinking, just slightly twisting his head every now and again.

After two hours of him staring went past, he walked back over to my bed and crawled back under. I skipped the video forward until it showed me getting up and walking over to the camera. The video finished. I was frozen with fear. The video showed him going back under, but not leaving. Whatever it was, it was still there.

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Admin Update 12/3/2012 – Submission Open Period Dec 15 – Jan 15

December 3, 2012 at 2:47 AM

It took me a lot longer than I expected, but I’ve finally found a submission form that actually works for our intended purposes without having any fatal flaws like not working with my spam protection service or not allowing custom fields or simply not working at all when tested (I truly did not expect this to be such a challenge, and I’m glad that the search is over).

Barring any catastrophe, I will be re-opening submissions on December 15th – yup, just in time for winter break. I am letting you guys know in advance in hopes that you will all take the time to proofread and edit your submissions before sending them my way!

As suggested by some of the community, submissions will open/close at regular intervals. This is to both allow me time to read everything without getting overtaken as well as – hopefully – encourage a bit more effort in submissions. With this in mind, know that submissions will close again on January 15.

For those of you who may not have received a response to your submission, don’t worry. Everything is sorted and I am currently in the stage of replying and scheduling all submissions. Everything should be finished up by the 15th – if, at that point, you still haven’t heard from me (and you didn’t check no on crappypasta), feel free to resubmit because your submission likely never went through.

Now, moving on, I’ve been encouraged by a lot of the readers over at Crappypasta to make a post about this next topic, and I agree that it’s necessary at this point. So let’s have ourselves a little chat, yes?

I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, because I really do appreciate everyone’s work and recognize that without you all, this site would have little purpose. However, I do find it frustrating that the vast majority of the 1k+ submissions that I spent the past few weeks going through were clearly not ready for submission.

I’d appreciate of it if you thought of it like this:

If you expect me to take the time to read and seriously consider your submission, I expect you to actually put forth some effort and take the time to make sure it’s actually finished.

This means that you should:

  1. Make sure that you didn’t leave it on a “to be continued” or “if this gets enough votes I’ll finish it” or “part one maybe more to come” type of note. If your story is not finished, it will not be approved. I suspect that many of you are actually writing the stories in the submission box and sending it through immediately even if it’s not finished – please don’t do this. Save your pasta in a text file, an email to yourself, a tumblr post, whatever, and work on it later, then submit when it is done.
  2. Proofread. I say this all the time, but for some reason it seems many simply don’t pay attention. If your story has atrocious spelling, walls of text, is written entirely in txtspeak, and/or has no capitalization or punctuation to speak of, please don’t submit it until you’ve fixed these issues, because you have no chance at acceptance.
  3. Ensure that it’s an actual, fleshed out story, not just a vague idea. You can submit prompts at the page set up specifically for that purpose, you don’t need to send me a 1-2 sentence fragment of a story because that accomplishes nothing.
  4. If you’re writing a pasta based on a legend or story that you’ve heard before, please make sure that it’s not already posted. There’s a search function on the sidebar that will help you figure this out.
  5. Generally, try to avoid any of the negative categories outlined here. Crappypasta exists both as a tool for writers to get feedback on rejected pastas and as a way for aspiring writers to see what not to do. If your pasta is similar to ones published on Crappypasta and you suspect it might trip any of those category flags, it’s not ready for submission.
  6. Pay attention to the submission rules, FAQ, and the tooltips that will be on the new submission form. 99% of your questions have already been answered. I took the time to answer it for you and try and make the process easy, please take the time to read this before you request more help. It is incredibly frustrating when somebody claims to have “read everything” and then proceeds to spam multiple comments sections – or worse, the submission form itself – with questions that have been clearly answered on the very same pages that they’re commenting on.
  7. If you don’t know what the credit field is for, leave it blank. This note included by special request from the folks over at Crappypasta!

If you guys take the time to actually listen to those guidelines, it will be very much appreciated and make things far, far easier on me as well as improve turnaround time. Remember that when you submit a low-effort, unedited mess, you’re basically implying that you don’t respect my time at all – you’re adding to the pile of work without any actual contribution. This slows me down and also makes the other writers – who have actually put a lot of hard work, time, effort, and respect for the rules into their submissions – have to wait longer to get their stories read.

I know that some of you will read this and feel like “jeez that derpbutt is such a mean guy why does he take this so seriously its just creepypasta im gonna sumbit a bunch of jeff/slenderman slash fanfic that will show him” – but please, don’t. I have to be a hardass only because it’s become such a problem. I am not joking when I say that the crap to creep ratio is something like 15:1 – if not worse.

I hope that this will not dissuade any of you from submitting completely, just motivate you to try a bit harder and maybe pull your punches when it comes to what you send through the submission queue.

For those of you who listen to this and actually heed my request, you have my gratitude.

That’s all, and I look forward to seeing what everyone’s been working on over the past month and a half!

Down By The Tracks

December 3, 2012 at 12:00 AM
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“Take a seat John. Why don’t you tell us what happened from the beginning?” The detective motioned you towards the chair with a hand gesture accompanied by his harrowing eyes.

“I-I-I I don’t remember…”

“Well how about you have a sip of water, take a deep breath and make yourself remember.” The detective stated. He definitely wasn’t a nice cop.

It started coming back…

It took you no time to fall in love with her. From day one you knew she was the girl of your dreams. The first person you felt you could truly connect with, soul to soul. She was a great listener and didn’t judge you on any of your imperfections, she actually liked them, and you believed her. You had met her 4 months ago, down by the train tracks. It’s the place you used to go to escape your problems when you were having a bad day. The place had a certain feel to it that allowed you to just forget about everything for a while. She went there for the same reasons as you. You still remembered the first time you met her, and how it wasn’t even intimidating when you walked over and said hello, despite her utter beauty of blonde hair and perfect pale skin. In fact she always joked that it was her that broke the ice with you, but it didn’t matter. You both had each other now and that’s all that you cared about. You were grateful and very lucky… For a few brief moments you actually felt happy again, as your vision twirled in memories of all those times you spent together… Until the vivid memories faded as quickly as they had formed, and you were sucked back into the cruel reality of what was happening. Sitting in the cold and lonely interrogation room, scared out of your mind.

The day police arrived at your door to bring you in for questioning over her death shook your world like no other. That’s why you were having so much trouble voicing anything to the detectives who were standing over you intimidatingly. Stuttering and mumbling, you still couldn’t believe it. Especially when they mentioned she died 4 months ago.

Credit To: Jack

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