My Creepypastas
Revisiting a couple of creepypastas I wrote back in highschool, what I was thinking, and possibly trying to rewrite them.
Also some newer ones I've written in my spare time. These ones aren't much either, but I don't think I can post them anywhere else.
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Little Bear and The Big Red Book
This was mainly written as a shitpost. I thought it would be funny to write a creepypasta based on Little Bear, because I saw there wasn't one already written.
The Original Story
I don’t know how to start this… but I’ll try.
My brother was in film club when we were in high school, and, after lots of begging from him, I became a member.
We were assigned once to make an animation.
When we came home that day, my brother was acting strange, and said, in a low voice, that he needed to start on his animation immediately. He went upstairs to his room without any further conversation. He stayed in his room almost the entire week, leaving only to use the bathroom, eat, and go to school. I was worried, and so were our parents, but we decided to leave him alone.
I still wonder to this day why we decided to do that.
About three or four days before the animation was due, he was finished. I asked to see it, but he said no, even when I offered to let him see mine. He said that it was a surprise for everyone in film club. He then smiled at me. It was the creepiest smile I have ever seen.
The day that the animations were due eventually came.
There were about 6 kids in the film club. (Including my brother and me) Since we were asked by the club director to do so, each of us brought one friend. My brother asked to go last, saying that his was too long to show at the beginning. A lot of the animations were funny, and a few were abstract.
My brother's animation was finally presented, and I was quivering with excitement and anticipation.
The animation started with some static which cleared to a while screen. Everyone inched closer, seeing that the best was, obviously, saved for last.
Boy, were they wrong.
The white faded to something I faintly recognized; a screenshot of an opening title card from Little Bear. Little Bear was a show we used to watch when we were kids. The title appeared which read, in very crude handwriting, Little Bear and the Big Red Book.
The animation started like a normal Little Bear episode. Little Bear was out in the yard playing fisherman. Then he stopped and said that he wondered if Father Bear would like to go fishing the next day. He ran inside to ask.
Father Bear was sitting at the table, with a big red book open before him. Father Bear looked very sad and somewhat angry. Little Bear did not notice and asked Father Bear if they could go fishing tomorrow. Father Bear gave no response, but stood up and walked out of the house without a word.
Little Bear looked disappointed for a second. He climbed into Father Bear’s chair and began to read the red book. A voice that wasn’t Little Bear’s, or anyone in the show’s for that matter, started to read the disturbing poems. As the voice read on, Little Bear got more and more depressed looking, everything except the book slowly faded to grayscale, and the voice got more and more high pitched.
The club director tried to turn off the projector, but it wouldn’t turn off.
Suddenly, everything stopped, and it cut to Mother Bear tucking Little Bear into bed. Little Bear looked extremely shocked with a blank expression. He was staring at the screen, his eyes were extremely bloodshot, and his fur was all mangled. The whole scene, except Mother Bear and Little Bear, was drawn in hyperrealistic detail.
Mother Bear turned off the light and left the room. Little Bear started to sing slowly as the room increased in darkness.
My Bonnie lies over the ocean,
My Bonnie lies over the sea, My Bonnie lies over the ocean, Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.
A pair of red eyes appeared above Little Bear, and a terrifying laugh played. What looked like some monstrosity of a creature jumped onto Little Bear.
The entire screen cut to white. A montage of different scenes of running water appeared.
A little boy’s voice, joined by my brother’s, was singing the same song Little Bear was singing, but with the added lyrics:
Bring back my Bonnie,
Bring back my Bonnie, Bring back my Bonnie to me, to me. Bring back my Bonnie, Bring back my Bonnie, Bring back my Bonnie to me.
Then it faded to a picture of me when I was a child, standing next to a grave with my mother’s name on it. A picture of her was attached to the gravestone. Just so you know, my mother is still very much alive today.
The screen then cut to black.
The projector finally turned off, and that was the end of it.
Everyone was shocked. The club director asked everyone to leave except my brother. My best friend and I went to my house to discuss the movie.
“I don’t know how or where he got that picture of me standing next to my mom’s grave.” I had told him. He looked at me, confused.
“No,” He said. “That picture was of ME standing next to MY mom’s grave.”
We were both freaked out. We asked my friend’s parents if he could spend the night. (To which they said yes.) We spent the rest of the night talking about the movie.
The next day was Saturday, and my mother told us that my brother was arrested.
The Monday we came back to school, we found out at an assembly that the other 4 kids in the film club, and the other 5 kids that were visiting, committed suicide after killing their mothers. The film director quit his job and never returned to class.
When I came home that day, I found that my brother was put in prison with a life sentence for 18 accounts of murder and 1 account of public disturbance. He will never be released.
I decided to keep this a secret for so long, but now, I'm afraid. I just needed to tell someone.
Somebody, somehow, found my brother's animation and put it on the Internet on a file-sharing website under the title: Little Bear and the Big Red Book: **NEVER BEFORE SEEN EPISODE**, in some sick hope that it will traumatize little children.
I have contacted the website and asked the administrators to take it down. I am currently waiting for their reply.
Thank you for taking your time to read this.
What was I thinking?
I think I was trying to convey that the brother had been posessed by some kind of demon or malicious spirit. It just happened to coincidentally line up with this particular animation assignment.
I've seen people theorize that the book contained demonic incantations or something like that. No, they were literally just sad poems with such graphic content that it traumatized poor Little Bear.
As for the song, I'm pretty sure that they sang this song in the show at one point. That's why I included it in the story.
As for the rest? The running water was my attempt at symbolism, I have no memory of what I was trying to symbolize. The strange ending where everyone saw themselves as a kid standing next to their mothers' graves, was a result of the demonic power, as well as why those kids killed their mothers and then themselves. They somehow connected the murders and suicides to the animation, which is why the brother was charged. The reason it didn't affect the narrator and their friend, is because the narrator had a close connection with the brother, and their friend had a close enough connection with them that they were also spared.
Images
This is my attempt at trying to create what the animation in the story could have looked like.
Would I rewrite it?
Maybe. It could be fun. There's been several different versions of the original story over the years, with things being changed and added. But maybe I could remake the entire story since lost episode creepypastas are coming back into style.
Little Bear and the Big Red Book (Rewrite)
This is a warning to all parents or anyone who lives or works with young children.
There is currently a supposed unreleased episode of the Nick Jr. show Little Bear floating around on the internet, titled Little Bear and the Big Red Book. Under no circumstances should you let your children watch it, as it contains disturbing images and subject matter. If you see this on any sort of download website or video sharing platform, report it and have it taken down.
This "episode" is an old animation my brother made when we were in high school. He had it on an old laptop that was stolen from our childhood home a few months ago. Our guess is that whoever stole the laptop saw this video on it and decided it would be funny to upload it to the internet to traumatize kids.
Before I get too far ahead of myself, let me give you some backstory.
My brother, since we were little, has had a passion for film and animation, and in high school he joined the film club. I wasn't as big on it as he was, but I would visit the club on Fridays when they had their film showcases. It helped that I also had a friend in the club, and I liked being able to show support for them.
Sometime during our junior year, my brother changed. He would stay in his room most of the time, even to the point where I was worried. Sometimes he didn't come out for school or even to eat or use the bathroom, and he stopped going to film club all together. At the time, we weren't sure what he was going through, and he didn't really know either, just that he "felt off" and was compelled to isolate himself.
Finally, about a week before summer break, he came back to film club for their final showcase of the year. He came just as everyone was about to leave, and insisted, rather aggressively, that we stay and watch his latest creation.
We didn't really have much of a choice, as he barricaded the door so nobody could get in or out. I remember trying to reason with him, but he pushed me to the floor.
Once he hooked up his laptop and opened the video file, it started with a title screen from Little Bear, a screenshot from a VHS tape with "Little Bear and the Big Red Book" written over it.
It's been a while, but I still can remember it vividly.
The video itself was unusual for him, as it looked like it was made in a hurry, crudely drawn in a computer program with flat colors. It was very obvious that he had just combined and drawn over screenshots of the show. There wasn't really any animation or even voice acting, rather just still images with captions of what the characters were supposed to be saying. The background music was music used in the original show, but it sounded like it was being recorded by putting a cheap microphone up to a speaker.
Little Bear was in the backyard, playing and pretending he was a fisherman, and catching huge fish like Father Bear. He then stopped and wondered to himself if Father Bear would want to go fishing that next day. He looked towards the house but seemed to hesitate, standing in place a moment before the captions read "Maybe it will help him feel better."
He wandered into the house, and saw Father Bear sitting in his usual chair, reading a red book with a blank cover. Father bear looked angry, jaded. Little Bear said his name and he looked up at him with a cold expression.
Little Bear looked afraid of his own father, he had to gather the courage to ask him about the fishing trip. Father Bear looked back at his book with a simple "No" and nothing else.
Little Bear continued to stand there next to Father Bear.
"You've been reading that book for a long time, Father Bear." Little Bear's captions read. "Is it a good book, are you almost finished with it?"
Father Bear didn't answer, the music seemed to warp as he began to look angrier.
"Maybe I could read it when you're done with it." Little Bear continued. "What is it about?"
Father Bear put down the book and stood up, and Little Bear cowered in his spot, ducking out of the way as though he were afraid Father Bear would hit him.
"Listen to me, Little Bear." Father Bear's captions read. "You are not to read this book. You are not to even touch this book. Do you understand me?"
Little Bear, staring up at his father with fear in his eyes said "Yes, Father Bear."
Father Bear walked away off screen, the sound of a door opening and closing could be heard as he said "I'm going out, you stay here."
Little Bear sat on the floor to play with his toys, looking dejected, and that's when he heard whispering. The music warped again as he looked up to see the book in the chair. The whispering continued, the book was calling him. Against his father's wishes, he went up to the chair and picked up the book. He sat in the chair and began to read it.
The scene started to fade to greyscale, except for the book, as a voice began to detail horrific instances of suffering and death. I couldn't quite recognize who the voice belonged to, but it sounded almost inhuman. The music began to distort, like a cassette tape in a broken tape player, as the background behind Little Bear twisted and melted along with it.
Little Bear made several fearful expressions, tears began to fall down his cheeks. The scene snapped back to color and went completely silent as he finally threw the book down onto the floor and ran out of the room, hiding under his bed.
It faded to a shot of outside the house at night, with text saying "Many Days Later."
Little Bear was shown laying in bed, with Mother Bear sitting next to him. The scene was very strangely rendered, with real life images of cloth, wood, and plaster texturing the walls and the furniture, making Mother and Little Bear look very out of place. The book, which was cut out of another real life image, was sitting on the nightstand.
Little Bear looked like he had been through hell several times over. No expression, messy fur, bloodshot eyes, just staring straight ahead. Mother Bear looked at him sadly, humming "My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean," a familiar tune that I've heard before in the show. After she finished, she left the room.
It cut to Little Bear, still staring ahead, but it felt like he was staring through the screen at us.
Then, he began to sing the same song Mother Bear was humming, it was my brother's voice, but he had pitched it up to make it sound childlike. He sang slowly, stilted, as the room grew darker around him and the book. As he neared the end of the song, choking on his words like he was about to burst into tears, a pair of large red eyes faded in.
What happened next is...hard to describe. For a second, a creature that looked like a monstrous version of Father Bear appeared behind the eyes with his hands grabbing Little Bear. The next two minutes were like some sort of nightmare acid trip. Little Bear was thrust into a whirlwind of terrifying scenes and images, with the sounds of children crying, distorted laughter, and a very slowed version of the song from earlier.
The teacher in charge of the club attempted to turn it off at this point, but my brother punched him in the face and left him with a bloody nose.
Rushing water could be heard getting louder and louder over the speakers, until it drowned out the other sounds. The scene went white and then faded to a shot of Little Bear, laying face down on the beach, the tide beginning to pull his limp body away.
The final scene was an image of a grave stone with Mother Bear written on it.
Once it ended, the teacher stepped in between my brother and the rest of the class, unplugging the laptop. Two bigger kids cleared the barricade from the door and everyone started to leave. I wanted to stay, but the teacher told me to go, and that he would handle everything.
On the way home from school, I asked my friend if he knew what any of that was about.
"I don't know." He said. "But it was pretty fucked up."
We went to his house. Later on my mom brought my stuff over and told me I should spend the night. I asked her why and what was going on, and she told me that my father was driving my brother to the psych ward. She assured me that everything was going to be okay, but my brother had been rambling about how "they" were going to hurt me, this sudden sleepover was basically to just make him feel better.
My parents also wanted to go through his room and his laptop to find out what had caused all of this, and didn't really want me getting in the way.
When I got home on Sunday morning, my parents had tossed a bunch of garbage out, one of the bags was open enough to where I could see something familiar inside of it. A red book with a blank cover, and several destroyed VHS tapes of Little Bear.
My brother is fine now, and he's on medication. The doctors said that he had been in the early stages of developing schizophrenia, and whatever was in that book caused him to have a psychotic break and believe that demons were speaking to him through episodes of the cartoon. He doesn't like talking about it, understandably, especially the animation he made.
Once he got out of the hospital, he got a new laptop and buried the old one in the attic.
"Out of sight, out of mind." He had said.
Now, we hadn't really thought about the incident until just recently, when my parents went on vacation and the house was broken into, with a bunch of electronics and some jewelry stolen, including the old laptop in the attic. My brother and I didn't think much about it, as a lot of what was stolen was old and easily replaced and our parents weren't too broken up about it either.
That was up until my brother made a frantic discord call to me in the middle of the night, saying he found his four year old daughter watching his old animation on YouTube Kids. He has since gotten the video taken down, but we have both found re-uploads of it on both YouTube and other websites.
The uploads are all titled the same way: Little Bear and the Big Red Book ***NEVER BEFORE SEEN EPISODE***
My brother feels incredibly guilty about this, even though we've all tried to assure him that it's not his fault, and we're trying our best to get the re-uploads taken down. But it's almost impossible, it seems like for every one we get taken down, five or six more pop up in its place.
I know we shouldn't be this desperate to get it off the internet, but I am really begging anyone who reads this to help us in our cause. Not only for the sake of my brother, but for one other reason as well.
I don't really think it was schizophrenia or a psychotic episode that caused my brother to make that animation.
I've never told anyone this but, on that day I came home from my friend's house, I heard whispering coming from our garbage can.
Slap Happy
This was an attempt at an original creepypasta. It's much worse than Big Red Book.
The Original Story
I need some help.
A few days back I bought a game from a garage sale on recommendation from the original owner. She even gave me the Gameboy free of charge... She seemed reluctant to give it to me.
As I left, I looked back to see her staring at me as though I were a soldier about to go unarmed into enemy territory.
The game had no label, so I couldn't tell what it was. There wasn't even any residue to show that someone had ripped it off. There was a large scratch on the back and some black streaks of something were coming out of it. Oh, and it was blue. Not any specific type of blue, just blue.
I got to my house and fired up the Gameboy. The game started. When it did, there was just a timer. It counted down from 999 to 899. Then the title screen appeared. It read; SLAP HAPPY the happiest, slappiest game of the century. The title shook me a little, but I shrugged it off and pressed start. The timer came again, starting at 899 and stopping at 799. The character select screen appeared. Most of the characters I couldn't choose, they were locked. The only character I could play as was a depressed looking girl named Tami, which was ironic considering the game was called Slap Happy. I chose her. The timer started up again, starting from 799 and stopping at 699. I was getting annoyed by this. So when it got to the first level I hit pause and selected save. The only thing I got was a white screen with red text reading; SAVE FEATURE HAS BEEN DISABLED BY DEVELOPER DUE TO TECHNICAL PROBLEMS. ENJOY THE GAME!
I figured I was going to have to finish this game in one sitting.
I pressed the A button.
The first level was more depressing than Tami was. I was really wondering why this game was called Slap Happy. I decided to make Tami walk around for a little while. Every few seconds someone would come up to her and say something depressing. It was really an awkward few moments playing the game. At last, I thought about turning it off, But then I saw something pop out from the side of the screen and pop back in. Green words flashed at the top prompting me to chase it. All I could see was its tail as Tami ran faster and faster to catch up with it.
Suddenly, I was prompted to press B.
I did and Tami swung out a huge net. A horrible squeak erupted from the Gameboy Speakers and the screen went black.
The screen then turned white with blue text reading FIRST LEVEL COMPLETE. The count down started again at 699 but this time stopping at 650. A clink sound played every time the numbers changed.
The second level was slightly happier looking, though Tami seemed more depressed. I continued the game, curious. I made Tami walk around just like in the first level and the people who stopped her to talk said slightly less depressing things. The same thing happened with the monster, at least that’s what I think it was, in the first level. Then the countdown came again, 650 to 599. I was starting to get the hang of this. So I kept playing. Each level got happier and the people said happier things as I caught more monsters. But Tami looked more depressed. The countdown came and went with each level, 599 to 550, 550 to 499, 499 to 450, 450 to 399, and so on until I was on the last level and the countdown was at 50. I watched the countdown until it went to zero, then the screen faded out. The screen was then illuminated by colors of all sorts and rainbow text reading: YOU WON! NOW GIVE THIS GAME TO YOUR FRIENDS SO THEY CAN SHARE YOUR EXPERIENCE!
I decided to give it to the kid who lived next door to me. He said he would play it when he and his parents went on vacation the following week.
Three days later, there was a news report about a girl from my neighborhood who died of a strange poisoning and her parents were suspected of poisoning her. They showed her picture and I realized that she was the girl who sold me the game. I started to think that she committed suicide when they showed her name, Tami. Then I realized that she sort of did look like the Tami from the game. Well, let me tell you, once I put two and two together I really freaked out. I killed her by playing the game. I killed her. I killed her. No. It must be some kind of coincidence. It must be. Then they started talking about how this is the 7th death due to strange poisoning in this neighbor hood this year. They showed the other photos and I realized that they looked exactly like the locked characters in the game. They were dead, all of them. The next player killing the one who gave them the game. I immediately felt fear for my neighbor and myself. It’s only a matter of time…
Brent Ferguson, the author of this story, was found dead six days later. An autopsy of his body revealed a strange type of poisoning. His wife was suspected for it. About two weeks later, his neighbor, Larry Moore, also died of a strange poisoning and his parents were arrested on suspicion. The whereabouts of this game are unknown, but some have claimed to see it in used game shops, gutters, trash bins, yard sales, and Good Will stores.
What Was I Thinking?
I don't know, honestly. But I HATE this story now. I think I was trying to hint that the timer was a count down to the "poison" killing the player. Like...how the fuck did I ever think that I could make a timer scary???
So yeah, haunted game that kills you and makes you give it to others so it can spread its reign of terror. Bullshit.
Would I Rewrite It?
Fuck no.