*****- I reaaaallly liked this one, this was a type I was looking for!!
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I've read tons of Pokemon creepypastas written all kinds of ways by all kinds of people. I've read some really good ones and some really, really bad ones. But the one thing, besides Pokemon, that they all have in common is this: they're all undeniably absurd. Not bad, but incredibly farfetched. You start reading one, and about halfway through, you know it's not real, even if you went into it believing that it was.
Well, the story I'm about to tell you is true, in every aspect of the word. It's a story about a very close friend of mine and her brother. She sent me an email the other day, which was odd, because that's not something she ever does. She's only ever used her email for coupons and verification emails from various websites. I've erased the domain names, but I guess I didn't have to, since I'm never going to use this email address ever again and I really don't think my friend will either. I also changed the names. Keep in mind that this was the first time in weeks I'd talked to her. As you'll find out, she'd been having a few problems at home. Anyway this is what it said:
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To: comagrl6633
From: rejectedromantic54
May 28, 2010 2:49am
Hey,
I haven't been a very good friend lately. I'm sorry. But…I'm hoping after you read this, you'll understand why I haven't texted you or talked to you or seen you for a while.
The truth is, I'm sort of still in shock. I'd never imagined this would happen to me, and now that it has…my whole world's fallen apart, Kylie, and I'm not sure if I'll ever be alright again. And…now that I think about it…I should have seen this coming. I should have known. I've been doing a lot of research, and all the signs were there. I guess I just…ignored them. I guess I didn't want it to be happening so I blocked it out. And now everything's been destroyed.
I don't know how else to say it, so I guess I'll just spit it out. Tommy's dead. He died a week ago. It's funny, I used to tease him, saying he'd die first because he's four years older than me…I regret saying that. I regret a lot of things actually. But for some reason, of all the things I've ever said to him that I regret, that keeps popping into my head. He told me something…before he died…and I'm not sure if I should tell you. I want to, and it's not something deeply personal or anything, so don't say I don't have to tell you if I don't want to, but I'm…I'm not real sure that I should tell you. I don't know, I feel like it would be dangerous to tell you. I'm afraid you might try it. Hell, I'm afraid I might try it.
I guess I can leave that up to you. Do you want me to tell you? I really want to tell you, I think I have to tell someone, but I have to know you want me to tell you. I can't tell you unless I know. And don't give me that "oh you can tell me anything" bullshit either, Kylie. I want you to think about it. I want you to think really hard about it. And I want you to tell me whether or not you want me to tell you by what your instincts say. Promise me you'll listen to your instincts. I think they'll lead you straight on this one.
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To: rejectedromantic54
From: comagrl6633
May 28, 2010 8:34am
Omg hey!
God, I've been so worried about you! I sent you probably a thousand texts and called you twice as many times! I saw your mom at the school the other day, getting your class work. She looked terrible. I asked her how you were. She said you were hanging in there, but I know you. I know you're hurting really bad, Chloe, and I want you to know that if you need to talk I'm here.
I heard there's gonna be a memorial service for Tommy on Tuesday. Are you gonna be there? We can talk then and you can tell me about this thing you want to tell me. You know you can tell me, right? You don't have to ask.
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To: comagrl6633
From: rejectedromantic54
May 28, 2010 8:37am
I told you to think about it. I won't tell you unless I know you've thought about it.
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To: rejectedromantic54
From: comagrl6633
May 29, 2010 9:55am
Oooooookay…I've thought about it. Are you okay, Chloe? Do I need to come over, so you can tell me in person? I can, you know. My car's out of inspection, and I'll probably have to stop and get gas, but just say the word and I'll be there as fast as I can.
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To: comagrl6633
From: rejectedromantic54
May 29, 2010 9:58am
I don't want you to come over. Ever. My parents fight all the time. My little sister cries nonstop. You can't ever come over here, no matter what. If I need to, I'll come to you.
But that's not what this is about. This is about what Tommy told me. I'm still not sure I should tell you, but I think I have to tell someone. So here goes.
You remember we had to put Tommy in a mental institution about a year ago, right? And I used to call him and visit him all the time? Do you know I was pretty much the only one that didn't try to forget about Tommy. Mom and dad tried to pretend he didn't exist. I was the only one that cared about him. I guess that's normal though. I worshiped the ground he walked on. I'd never understood why my parents had sent him away, because I'd been at volleyball camp when he'd had his…episode.
But, the day before he died, he told me the reason why mom and dad put him in the institution. I didn't realize it at the time, but I guess Tommy had been in a downward spiral ever since he'd been admitted. And the last few weeks got…bad. I knew things weren't great, he'd always seemed worked up when I'd visit him. Really fidgety and scattered. But when I went there the last time to see him, he'd been oddly calm. No fidgeting. He didn't seem worked up at all. He was just…content? I guess? I don't know how else to describe it.
Anyway, we talked for a while and somehow we got on the subject of his girlfriend. I don't remember why we started talking about her, but he told me that about a month before he was institutionalized, she'd given him an old Pokemon game for GameBoy Color. He told me that she'd said it had belonged to her brother, who'd died in a car wreck a few years ago.
He told me that, at first, it was just a normal game. He put it in his GBA and turned it on and everything was fine. He talked to Professor Oak and got his Pokemon. He got all the way to Viridian Forest before weird shit started happening. He'd played Pokemon before, hell I think everyone has, but he said what happened in Viridian Forest was NOT supposed to happen. But he wouldn't tell me what. He just smiled when I asked him what had happened and patted my hand. Then he told me to go home and come back tomorrow. Early. Before visiting hours. He said he had a surprise for me, and that it would be waiting in the lobby.
So I did as he asked. I left, went home, fought with my parents, then went back to the hospital before visiting hours the next morning. I walked up to the receptionist, who by now knows me by name, and asked if Tommy had anything waiting here for me. She told me no. Disappointed, I turned around and started for the door. Then I saw a small package sitting on one of the lamp tables where all the chairs are set up. I picked it up and flipped it over in my hands and sure enough it said on the bottom "to my little sister" in Tommy's handwriting. I turned and looked at the receptionist, who was watching me, and asked her about it. She told me that Tommy had no access to this area, and no orderly would have put it there. She also told me that Tommy had been refusing to let anyone in his room today. He had the bed pushed up against the door, and no one could get it open.
I decided to wait for visiting hours instead of go home. By now I was worried and didn't trust myself to go home and not say anything. So I sat down in one of the chairs and started reading the book I'd taken with me. But I couldn't focus on it. I read for maybe five minutes before I decided I couldn't read anymore. So I closed the book and turned my attention to the little package. I turned it over in my hands several times, feeling absurdly uneasy about opening it. Finally I shook my head and told myself it was from Tommy. It wouldn't be anything bad.
I was wrong.
I opened the package and the first thing I saw was a note, neatly folded into a small square. I picked it up and was going to open it when something beneath it caught my eye. Inside the box, hidden beneath the note, was a red GameBoy cartridge. The iconic lettering spelled out Pokemon above a Charizard. But there was something off about that Charizard. I have my own Pokemon red version, and I've played it and looked at it enough to know the cartridge like the back of my hand. But the fire on the tip of its tail was reduced to smoke, and its body was black. And it didn't look like someone had colored it in. It looked like that was how the sticker had been printed. That wasn't right. I ran my finger over it, trying to feel the sticky ink that is telling of someone coloring over a sticker with pen, but it wasn't there. I frowned and brought the cartridge closer to my face. Someone had reprinted the sticker and taken the original off to replace it with this. Suddenly, the Charizard's eyes snapped to me. I screamed and dropped the game on the floor.
The receptionist asked me if I was okay and I told her I was fine, it had only been a spider. She smiled and went back to her computer. I left the cartridge on the floor. With shaky fingers, I picked the note up from where I'd replaced it in the box it had come in. The paper rattled as I opened it.
This is exactly what it said:
I'm glad you found this. I'll admit, I'm a little worried that you won't, but hopefully you did. I told you yesterday that Sara had given me a Pokemon game. But what I didn't tell you was this:
That game is evil. Maybe I really am crazy for thinking that a game can be evil, but it is. I don't know if it's a hack, I assume it is, or what, but whoever made it is a sick son of a bitch. I do not want you to play it, Chloe. Do NOT play it. I'm giving it to you so you can destroy it. I can't. Every time I try…I just can't. So you have to. Destroy it the second you get home. Smash it. Burn it. I don't care, just make sure no one can play it. Make sure it can't be salvaged. It'll call to you. You'll want to play it. But you can't. Don't play it. Don't make my mistake.
Tell mom and dad that I do love them. That I never meant to embarrass them. And I love you too, Chloe. I'm sorry that I'm not stronger. I'm sorry that I can't tell you this in person. But I can't do this anymore. I just can't. That goddamn game…I wish I'd never played it. I wish Sara had never given it to me. But she didn't know what it was. It's not her fault. It's mine.
I'm so sorry.
Tommy
I swear to God, Kylie, I can't explain how I felt then. I can't even begin. And then, the second I'd finished reading it, I could hear faintly behind the receptionist desk "Code Blue - Room 324" and my heart stopped.
That was Tommy's room. And I'd watched enough medical shows to know what a code blue was.
They found him hanging in his room. He'd somehow managed to prop the bed up against the wall the door was on, make a rope out of his bed sheets and then hang himself from the topmost bedpost. I cannot describe what kind of torture that was, knowing I'd been in the waiting room just down the hall from his room, and he'd killed himself, even as I read his note.
And it all has to do with that goddamn Pokemon game. I intend to destroy it, but it's funny. He told me that it would call to me and that I'd want to play it. He was right. It's almost like it knows what I'm planning to do to it. But that's absurd, right?
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To: rejectedromantic54
From: comagrl6633
May 29, 2010 5:32pm
Wow. Omg, Chloe, that's awful. I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I'm not real sure what to say… You are gonna destroy it, right? It looks like Tommy seemed to think it was dangerous, so better safe than sorry, but power of suggestion can be pretty tough to overcome.
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To: comagrl6633
From: rejectedromantic54
April 7, 2010 1:24am
I couldn't do it.
I wish I had.
I went to Viridian Forest and…
I should have destroyed it…
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To: rejectedromantic54
From: comagrl6633
April 7, 2010 2:13pm
Chloe, what the fuck is that? What's going on, are you okay? What happened? Do you need me to come over? Fuck that, I'm coming over anyway.
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To: comagrl6633
From: rejectedromantic54
April 7, 2010 2:14pm
NO!! DO NOT COME OVER!!! I'm fine. I'm better than fine. I understand now. I understand everything. I may not talk to you for a few days, but don't worry. I'm okay.
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To: rejectedromantic54
From: comagrl6633
April 7, 2010 2:15pm
The hell you are! But fine. I won't come over. But I'm calling your mom so she can keep an eye on you.
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So I called her mom. And her mom proceeded to scream at me. I gave up that line and decided to try and wait it out. I never got another email from Chloe. But about two days after the last email, I got a letter in the mail. It was an envelope, with a letter and something hard and square inside it. I knew before I got to my room and opened it what it was.
I closed my door behind me and sat down cross-legged on my bed, heart thrumming in my chest. With trembling fingers, I tore open the envelope and dumped its contents out in front of me. As I had assumed, there was a letter, folded neatly into thirds as you would expect a formal letter to be. Then there was another, smaller envelope. I avoided touching it as I reached for the letter.
This is what it said:
Dear Kylie,
I promise you that I am okay. In fact, I am better than okay. I will get to see Tommy today…that makes me happy beyond words. But I think…I think maybe I shouldn't have told you. I think…maybe I should have told someone else.
But I suppose it's too late for that now.
In the smaller envelope is the Pokemon cartridge. I have to pass it on. I can't control that. So I chose you. I chose you because you are strong. Stronger than me. Stronger than Tommy. You can destroy it. And Kylie, you have to destroy it. Don't play it. If you play you'll end up like Tommy. You'll end up like me.
I want you to know that I did try. I tried and I tried and I tried. But I just couldn't destroy it. Now it's your turn. I wish it didn't have to be this way. I wish…I wish I'd tried harder.
I can't tell you how sorry I am.
Chloe
My blood chilled. I read over the letter three more times before it completely sunk in what I was reading.
This was Chloe's suicide letter.
I leapt off my bed and tore my bedroom door open, racing for the front door as I snatched my purse up off the couch on my way by. I pulled almost everything out of the little bag as I searched for my keys, which I fumbled with and dropped on the driveway as I tried to press the unlock button on the fob. I bent to grab them and an ice cold sensation flooded through me, making me light headed.
And that's when I knew.
I knew it was too late.
She was gone.
I picked up my keys and pressed the unlock button, tears welling in my eyes as the lights flashed, telling me my car was now unlocked. I left everything I'd dropped where they'd landed and got in my car, moving slowly as though I'd aged a hundred years. I twisted the key in the ignition, shifted into reverse, and backed down my driveway.
I felt like a shell.
Hollow.
Just like my best friend.
When I got to her house, there was an ambulance parked out front. I parked on the street and walked up the yard like I was in a trance, my eyes fixed on the front door, my feet set on a track.
A paramedic burst out the front door and I stopped, staring at him with a bewildered look on my face. He looked at me sympathetically and took a step toward me.
"Did the family call you?" He asked, but I barely heard him. I shook my head, slowly.
"What happened?" I asked. My voice sounded strange to my ears. The paramedic looked at me for a long time, chewing his lip and obviously trying to determine what he should and should not tell me.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry," he said at last, "I can't tell you anything unless you have a family connection." I closed my eyes.
"I'm Chloe's best friend." I said, my voice shaking. "Just tell me what happened." The paramedic glanced behind him into the house, then put his hands on his hips and sighed, looking back at me.
"You should leave." He said in a firm, but kind voice. I simply stared at him. He glanced over his shoulder again, then moved aside to let two more paramedics through the door, trundling a gurney with a white sheet pulled across it. My breath caught in my throat and I ground my teeth, trying not to cry. I squeezed my eyes shut.
I was right.
She was gone.
Just like Tommy.
The thought hit me like a bolt of lightning.
"She killed herself." I hissed, opting for angry rather than hysterically upset like I wanted to be. "Didn't she?" My eyes were still closed, but I could feel the paramedic staring at me, trying to determine, once again, what he should tell me. "Didn't she!" I screamed.
"What is all that goddamn noise out here?!" A thunderous male voice came from inside the house. Chloe's father.
Without thinking, I turned and ran back to my car.
