{{NSFW}}I’ve always been a huge fan of Creepypasta, ever since I was about twelve or thirteen. I’d always
enjoyed scary movies before I had even been introduced to Creepypasta and of course I loved horror novels. My favorite Creepypastas however were always the
ritual pastas. Something about them intrigued me and I always wanted to try one but I never really worked up the courage; at least not until I was about
sixteen.
The ritual I decided to try the Midnight Game. It was
just about midnight the full moon could be seen through my window and was my
only source of light I wrote my name on a piece of paper as the first step
requires. I pulled out a needle from my pocket; I had stolen it from my
mother’s sewing kit. I slowly pressed the needle to my thumb stopping only for
a moment to take a deep breath. “It’s just like getting a shot from the
doctor,” I said to myself pressing a little harder and then a little harder
slowly breaking the skin. My thumb began to bleed, holding it over my paper I
allowed a drop to fall onto my paper. It soaked through the other side of paper
leaving a small stain on my carpeted floor. Approaching my door cautiously I
placed the paper in front of the door and a candle on top of it. But, what’s
the next step. I dug through my memory ferociously trying to find the answer.
It finally hit me. I turned the fan on and removed my jeans but I didn’t stop there;
I removed my underwear as well. It was time for the final step. I approached
the ceiling fan penis in hand. Slowly getting closer and closer I pulled my
desk chair over to the middle of the room underneath the fan and stepped on top
of it. Slowly advancing towards the fan, I couldn’t quite reach; I climbed my
dresser getting me inches away from the fan. There was only one thing I could
do, I jumped. My penis hit the fan directly and quickly became entangled in the
blades I was swung around the room by my penis. As I struggled to untangle
myself my penis started to wrap even more around the blades and was pulled into
the motor stalling the machine. I could hear the mechanisms grinding and
struggling to move it was going to break. I heard a loud crack as my fan fell
from the ceiling giving way to my body’s weight. I landed on the ground. I
began trying to untangle myself from the machine knowing my mother would come
running any second to see what caused the noise. She walked through the door to
my room as I struggled to stand up still stuck to the fan. She turned on the
light by the door blinding me for a second, she didn’t say anything she just
stood there shocked, her mouth dropped open. My embarrassment didn’t end there
however, because just as I was able to get to my feet the midnight man walked
through the door.
“Is this a bad time?” he asked with concerned look on his
face.
“Sorry,” I said “I’m a huge fan.”
A couple weeks later I had thoroughly recovered from the
incident and I decided I must use my
knowledge and experiences to help others, so I went to the midnight game wikia
and commented, “Instructions unclear, got my dick stuck in a ceiling fan.”