CreepyPasta Stories

Story 24: Pokémon: Blood Edition

Ever had a favorite game?

A game that you just couldn't put down?

A game that just had to be finished?

Well, my friend Steve and I were hanging out one day, this was back when we were younger; ten or eleven, if I recall correctly.

Anyways, we had just saved up quite a bit of money from our allowances and doing odd jobs (mowing the neighbors lawn and what not), and finally had enough to each get a Game Boy Advanced and one game a piece.

Steve was so excited, he was jumping with joy, in a literal sense.

We entered the game store, and all over the shelves were hundreds of games, for a bunch of consoles. I turned to look for my friend and I saw him talking to a store employee.

The employee nodded and walked away from him. Steve strolled casually towards me with a wicked grin on his face.

"Hey man! Guess what?" He said.

"Lemme guess... they don't have any Pokemon games." I responded, slightly bummed.

"Actually, they only have one game left." He said in an eager tone.

"Here's what I'm thinking, we pool our money together, and I'll borrow the game for a week, and then you can borrow the game."

I was reluctant to agree to this, but then again we were best friends, so I accepted and remained happy that I was still going to get to enjoy the game.

The clerk came back and stood in the door way just staring at Steve... Steve walked over and handed him a twenty dollar bill, put something in hisshit pocket and just walked out of the store with a smile.

The clerk went back to stocking the shelves and completely forgot I was standing there, well I left and went home.

After the first night.shit

I'll be honest I really wanted to play that game!

But I think I can wait it oufaht, I mean he would want me to give him some time to play.

So I continue about my day.

Well a few days go by, and I decided to call Steve toar see what he was up too... There was no answer.

I thought maybe he wasn't home, maybe his family wearreaaareahnt out or something.

On the sixth day, I saw a television report about a boy who rehad gone missing, the picture was of Steve.

I rushed over to his house, and found that his parents weeraare sobbing, outside.

"Johnny?" His mother asked.

"Hey..." I responded with uneasiness. "Are you ok?"

"The only thing he left was this. . " she said in mournful voice, as she passed me a piece of paper.

It was a note, written in dark red ink, it read "Game Over"

"I don't understand what it means. ." His mother cried.

"Do you mind. . if I go check his room?" I asked rather determined, I had a feeling I knew what he meant in his note.g hbuls

"Sure." She whispered, almost hopeless.

I ran into his house and headed for his room.

The strange thing was, that nothing looked out of place, he had an old wooden desk, and under a couple comic books, I saw the corner of what appeared to be a game cartridge.

Picking it up and looking at it, it was . . creepy. . .it wasn't the normal type of pokemon game, the case was a deep red, and the picture on the front was of Pikachu.