Creepypasta : Red's Journal by Ktrmw10, literature
Literature
Creepypasta : Red's Journal
6-3 ( 6:18 AM )
...I forgot all about this journal. Guess I should write in it every chance I get, huh? It's been 3 years since I've been down from this mountain. All my pokemon are doing well... especially Pikachu. And of course... he still won't go into his pokeball. But I don't mind. There isn't much to write here, now is there?
6-5 ( 4:15 PM )
Still. Nothing to write. But I finally battled today. And won. Just like usual... Maybe I should just get down from Mt. Silver and go visit those old places. But then again, people'd be surprised to see me. Maybe I can leave my pokemon with Green. Not like I'm gonna battle anyways.
6-6 ( 9:
Come little children, come with me,
I'll take you to a land of fantasy,
Have you heard, of this great place?
It's called Creepypasta, the land you'll grace.
My friends who live here are great and strong,
Mightier than even Donkey Kong.
We are here, it looks quite dreadful,
You can't leave, don't make me chuckle!
You are trapped, here in this place,
I am your guide, you can't replace,
So follow me pace for pace.
Here we go, the walk has started.
Come now, and don't be so guarded!
Here we have a murderer now, he's on that mound.
He'll kill you quick, faster than sound.
His face is white, his smile is big,
He'll say "Go to slee