The Boy Who Loved to Read
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The Boy Who Loved to Read

The Boy Who Loved to Read: story facts
Published on Creepypasta.com April 2008
Length 164 words · about 1 minute to read
Story level Micro
Reader rating 8.9/10 from 4,215 votes
Category Artifacts and Objects
1 minute readClassicQuick Read













Rating: 8.90/10. From 4.22K votes.
Vote breakdown
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How scary was it?

Once, there was a boy who loved to read. He read everything he could get his hands on, and loved going to his favorite book store. One day, the boy realized he had read everything the store had to offer. He confronted the owner, and asked him if he had anything the boy had never checked out. The owner said why, yes, I do, and pulled out a book called “Death”. He gladly sold it to the boy at a discounted price of 50$.

However, he warned the boy, never to read the front page. Well, the boy returned to his house and read the book, and he was content. However, he always wondered, what could be on that front page, it was always in the back of his mind. One day, the temptation was too much for the boy, and he flipped to the very front of the book, and dropped the book in HORROR.

There, in bold print, was MSRP $7.99

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281 Comments

  1. Now he just needs to find a book that’s titled “Note” and he’ll be all set to get revenge on the greedy book store owner >:P

  2. Then the boy discovered the library, and the greedy bookstore owner lost his best customer over $42.01.

  3. This one was Hilarius, but it would have been better if the words had been spaced out enough so that you couldn’t see the punchline by accident

  4. I have literally never been as terrified in my entire life. What kind of monster does that? I’m never going in a book store again.

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