You know those spooky stories about lost episodes of a television show, or a chilling tale of a haunted video game cartridge?
Well, let me be honest. I can't put it in words. I... made them all.
My life is an excruciating trip through torture. I'm unemployed and divorced, and I don't have a house, so I just sleep in the back of a soup kitchen. You'd think that this would be enough to drive one mad. But I have a way out - in the form of a Dell laptop.
I mostly use people that I knew from my childhood. I pour all of my anguish into the stories, a reflection of how they were never there to save me from this nightmare. Tom and Kyle from Sonic.exe were exceptions, however when I last phoned them, calling about my financial troubles, they just laughed and hung up. I had to give revenge, so I came up with the goriest story I could... then it got moved to the Trollpasta wiki and I became sad once more.
I am just a normal human being. I am not some paranormal entity, or a creepy abomination. I am just The Writer.
You seem to be a good friend, listening to me tell you this. Come to think of it, you were never there to help me either...