User blog:Corbierr/Untitled Creepypasta Sequel

'''Hey readers! Here's part two of my creepypasta, why father why. I hope you all enjoy it!'''

'''Note- I've hidden 3 references to 3 other famous Creepypasta. Let's see if you guys can find them and name the pastas I referenced! '''

Leave me alone, people. You know there is a reason I haven't been answering any emails about my story? Please stop asking questions about what happened. Normally, I wouldn't mind, except the story is not a story that really has an ending. So far, in fact, it's still going on.

Allow me to catch you up.

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It was about a month after that night, and my burns had finally healed enough to allow me to go back to work. For those of you who have been asking, I work at a publishing company. Nothing too exciting, but I like books, and it pays the bills.

As I have said before, I'm one of the heads of the company. However, that doesn't stop me from doing the same work that others do, which is, obviously, publishing books.

It's a small company.

On this day I logged into my computer and made small talk with my co-workers as I did every morning. None of them asked me about my accident, but I knew they were thinking about it. I heard them whispering to eachother as I passed them by, giving me worried looks, being extra nice to me as if that would somehow make things better. Thing was, I didn't need to be cheered up. I was feeling fine, being back at work and pretty much healed from the electrocution I had recieved. Of course, it was telling that none of them had known what had happened, as I had heard someone whispering that I had gone crazy and smashed the computer just because before passing out, and that I was apparently liable to snap again.

Whatever.

My computer loaded and I pulled up the manuscript that I had been working on. I began to start reading it over, when I noticed something...off. I couldn't tell exactly what it was, just that there was something wrong with it.

Maybe I was just paranoid. I went to get a drink of water and came back, and was able to actually start reading this time. Then, after about an hour, I heard someone complain, "My computer just died on me!"

A minute later, "Mine just died too,"

"Now mine is dead!"

"And mine,"

"What the hell? So is mine!"

Nervous, but unwilling to make a big deal out of the situation, I decided to just ignore my co-workers and keep reading. I managed to read for about a minute more when my screen suddenly cut to static. That wasn't the strange part, however. The strange part was the single second of red text that had appeared just before the computer shut itself down.

i'm not gone father

My heart nearly leaped out of my chest. I got up from the desk and backed away. This couldn't be possible.

Someone called the computer company and they told us they'd come tomorrow. We all went home early, because now there was really nothing to be done.

The first thing I did was jump into the shower and stand there under the hot water for at least an hour until I was sure that I was calm enough to go and watch TV for a bit. I did, however, feel the tinest electric shock as I turned off the water, or maybe I was just imagining it.

Soon I was settled in front of my old TV. I turned on some mindless kid's show I used to watch about a girl who went on adventures with these pirates. It was okay for now, I just needed something to take my mind off of what had happened at the office.

I nearly screamed when the phone rang. Hand trembling, I cursed my cowardice under my breath and answered. It was my dad.

"Hey, Dad,"

"Hey, Sweetheart. Just calling to give you a happy early birthday,"

My birthday. I had nearly forgotten. "It's not until tomorrow," I forced a chuckle. But instead, just hearing about my birthday made me feel worse.

You see, here's a little thing I should probably explain. It's not just my birthday. It's also my brother, Ben's, birthday. Oh, he's not my twin, we're about seven years apart, me being the eldest. We were just born on the same day. So yes, it's his birthday too. At least, it used to be.

This is sort of personal and hard to write, but I think I should tell you readers the truth. When I was thirteen, and he was only six, my brother died. He had drowned in a lake nearby our house.

I don't like to celebrate my birthday, because it reminds me of him, and I missed him more and more each year.

Just thought you should all know. I couldn't bring up my birthday without bringing up that.

"Yeah," my dad said, "But I'm busy tomorrow, and I figured I might as well call you today."

"Oh." There was a small pause. "Thank you."

We made some small talk for a while about my birthday and how our days were. I didn't tell him about the computer problems, though.

Out of the corner of my eye something flickered on the TV screen. Curious, I said, "Dad, gotta go. Love you," and hung up. I rewinded just a bit to see what I had missed.

The little girl and her pirate friend had just successfully escaped the villain and the credits were rolling. I waited, staring at the screen.

The credits kept rolling. And rolling. Until we got to the black screen just before the show switched over to a second show. I held my breath, waiting for the flicker.

Nothing happened. At all. It just switched to the next show, some creepy kids show about a talking apple. I turned off the television. Why was I such a wimp? I had probably just been imagining things. That had to be it. Maybe I just needed some rest. Or therapy.

The rest of the day the television remained off, and every so often, I would stare at it, talk to it, prompt the spirit to say something. However, nothing happened, and I had come to the conclusion that I was, indeed, paranoid.

My birthday was a second day off, because the computers were just getting fixed, and it may take a while. I was glad, because it meant I got to stay home and not have to talk to people who were all, 'Happy Birthday Kate this, Happy Birthday Kate that, we hope your not too crazy to blow out these candles, hehe." Instead, I just sat in the living room with a nice long book I had started reading while stuck in the hospital.

I was reaching chapter fourty, when suddenly the TV went to static. Assuming I had just sat on the remote, I grabbed it quickly and hit the off button. It worked, and I continued reading. Then the static came back.

"Shit," I said. "Not again,"

The static ended. Words appeared on the screen. The spirit had finally learned to type with proper grammar.

You aren't happy to see me Father?

"I told you, I'm not your father," I shouted. "And how did you get into my TV?"

Just wanted to see my Father on my birthday, 

What's wrong with that?

I've waited ten years to celebrate with you, Father.

"What the hell?" I asked aloud. "It's your birthday?

You Forgot your own son's birthday?

Okay, so the spirit was a boy, good to know. "No...it's just...it's my birthday, too. And I'm not your father. I'm a girl. My name is Kate,"

Kate?

Okay.

The TV went back to black. I released the breath I had been holding. Maybe this spirit would finally leave me alone. I smiled. "Oh, and Happy Birthday, Spirit."

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You might be complaining. "What an anti-climax! The spirit could not have left you that easily!"

Well...no, it hasn't. You see, that's the point. The spirit didn't leave. In fact, it had only been getting more aggressive with me now.

After my birthday, whenever I would watch TV, it would cut to static, and taunt me.

''I miss you, Kate. ''

Do you miss me?

I bet you don't.

Why Kate, Why?

But that wasn't all. Whenever I would take more than a five minute shower, I'd get shocked. It's as if I was getting a warning- ''I electrocuted you once, I can do it again. ''Each shock would be gradually more painful than the last. Eventually, the shocking spread to just showering, to using the sink, to even just passing near a lamp.

At work, too, it was following me. Every day there would be a new computer problem. Someone would get an hour of static, another person would get shocked when they touched the remote. Someone would lose all their files; Someone would lose their entire hard-drive. Once, when I asked why he was doing this, he responded,

This company let me suffer for ten years.

Now I will make them suffer just like I did.

You too, Kate.

''You're my favorite person to play with. ''

Best friends.

I couldn't take it anymore. Five days after the spirit wiped my entire hard-drive, I quit my job. I've been here, in my house, locked up like a mad woman ever since. I haven't been touching my lights out of fear of getting shocked. I haven't showered either. My garbage has been piling up, stinking up the house so badly I can barely breathe when I go near it. But I'm terrified of leaving the house.

The spirit keeps haunting me. Even if I hide away in my bedroom, somehow, he finds a way to talk to me. One day, he even called me. You read that right- called me. His voice, however, sounded like a typical computerized man.

Good evening, Kate.

"What do you want with me?"

What do you think?

"I haven't done anything to you."

''You tried to destroy me. I'm going to destroy you.''

"But I didn't make you rot on that computer. I didn't leave you for ten years. You're the one who tried to murder me!"

''You will understand one day, Kate Harper. ''

How did the spirit know my last name? Panicked, I attempted to hang up, but the spirit already did. All I heard was dial tone.

I wouldn't have been surprised if I had been speaking to the dial tone the entire time.

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So, you may be asking, why am I even on the computer at all if the spirit is haunting me. Well, if I don't survive today, I wanted people to at least know what's been going on.

Today I am going to confront the spirit. I can't live in fear of him forever.

Edit- Yes, I know it's been half a year and yes, I did confront the spirit. Obviously, I'm not dead, just in serious pain. Let me tell you how it all went down.

I turned on the TV and shouted, "Spirit, I need to talk to you!"

Soon enough, the red words appeared on the screen.

What is it, Kate?

"Who are you and why are you torturing me?"

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

My anger grew. "Answer me!"

''Dad would know. ''

"What are you talking about?"

''I think you know exactly what I'm talking about. ''

Come on, Kate.

Admit it.

You know exactly what I'm doing.

"No I don't," I insisted. That was true...wasn't it?

LIAR.

YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHO I AM.

WHY ARE YOU LYING TO ME, KATE?

WHY KATE, WHY?

I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU LONG AGO SO YOU'D HAVE SUFFERED JUST AS I HAD SUFFERED.

"It wasn't me who hurt you,"

No. 

But I need someone to suffer.

And I've already killed father.

Didn't you know that?

He got what he deserved.

And now you get what you deserve.

"Why, spirit, why?"

Spirit?

My name is not spirit.

Did you forget me, Kate?

Why Kate, Why?

''Why? ''

Why?

Why?

"Not this again," I grumbled. "Cut it out and answer me,"

''Father has already died. ''

And now you shall die too.

Good bye.

I braced myself for electricity. Only, it wasn't lightning that I had to be aware of.

The spirit turned on the oven, and turned the heat up, and up, and up, reaching a temperature I didn't know was even possible.

Knowing where this was headed, I sprinted towards my door.

It was locked.

The fire was already beginning to spread. I frantically tried to reach a window, but the flames had already gotten me surrounded. Dark smoke filled my eyes and lungs. I fell on my knees, struggling to breathe, while the fire began to swallow me up.

I fainted in the middle of the burning living room, just as I heard the sirens...

I woke up in the hospital, covered in burns and with tubes all over my body to allow me to breathe. The doctors noticed I was awake; I had been unconcious for two whole weeks.

Deja vu, right?

As I write this, I am still in the hospital, and I don't know long I'll be staying. My burns are pretty severe...and they think I've gone insane. I do, too.

When I'm out of the hospital, I might write you guys again one day.

Oh, and incase your wondering, I do know exactly who the spirit was. And now, I only have one question on my mind.

Why, brother, why?