It was December 31st of December (New years eve in case your a fuckboi and didn't know.) I had my 3 mates round, they were called, Chris Eshkar From Da Club, who was a black dude, he would often talk about watermelons for some reason, the second was, Jack LeCelldweller, he was an emo, and finally there was Chung-Lee, he was an Asian guy, We all slept in the same room, when all of the sudden, a phone went off, the song was Blue Stahli - Scrape. The next day (January 1st of January in case you didn't know because you're blacker than black) I looked at them, all sitting in the living room eating breakfast, I looked at Chris and though "No, it's not his phone that went off, he doesn't speak English and the only words he can say in English is chicken wings." I looked at Chung-Lee and thought (Nah, he wouldn't have that, he can barely talk any English, he can't even talk his own language because he is too busy eating tigers and cats." I looked at Jack, his black and red hair was all in his face while he was trying to eat. "Could it be him?" I thought. I asked them whos phone went off last night and Jack LeCelldweller said it was his phone that went off, and said he was sorry. I pulled out a nearby gun and shot his bitch-ass with my 99 caliber. Everyone is afraid of me now, I can't kill them though, since I only remember of Jack's death. Every night since then, I hear that shitty song playing in my dreams. I scares me so much I decided to write a trollpasta about it (The reason I wrote it on the trollpasta is because this story is too good to be on the creepypasta wiki.) All of you who reads this, will have dreams about the song, and you will have to share this tale to stop the nightmares. This has been Ictocon, and I'm out suckers!