As many of you may have noticed, the pagan ritual of deception and disguises festival is once again upon us. A friend (a very involved friend. Do you remember "there's, like, nothing"?) has advised me to share unto all of you what is known as a creepypasta. To the best of my knowledge, this is nothing more than a childish ghost story (Or story of similar hauntingness, be it deranged axe murderer or mildly unsettling demonic television station) told to spook young internet-goers into thumbs-upping or fanning or favoriting or liking something the author approves of (usually the author.). Now, I shall title my humble attempt at this "creepypasta"
CRADLEROBBING AXE MURDERER POISON BABY KILLER GOES TO THE ABANDONED WAREHOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF A COTTONFIELD FOR UNKNOWN REASONS
By Your Friend, Anonymous
Frederick was having a bad day. Well, most days were bad for Frederick. He was what many people would diagnose "a grumpy old man". His favorite pastime was prunes. There was a person. He was chasing Frederick. Luckily, Frederick kept his big old fashioned camera with him at all times. He snapped a photo.
I think we can all agree that I am Edgar Allen Poe incarnate.
(I am so proud of myself. Although this post was not the best thing ever, it had a TOPIC! PROGRESS!)