Insanity Can't Be Understood

Trying The Pastas

It's been a year or two of this killing I've been doing. My throat isn't getting sore from all this laughing. Well, I'm a ghost. That might explain why I can't die. Yea, my insanity has done that. Never worked. I hovered to a big, haunted looking house. I floated up to the fridge and stayed in there, loving the cold. By now I had changed my name to Tundra because I loved the cold and my cold insane heart. Someone opened the fridge, and I floated out. They didn't notice me, and I read their personality. I got a lot of info on him. His name was Ben Drowned. So I said, "Sup Benny?" He turned around and eyed me. He said, "What are you doing here? Your a ghost, aren't you?" I asked, "How do you see me?" Ben said, "Okay okay. Enough questions. I see you because my eyes are built that way. All of our eyes are. Now answer me." I laughed and said, "Yea, I'm a ghost. I'm here to haunt you." He laughed like crazy and said, "Haunt me?! That'll never work." I asked, "Why?" He said, "You don't know who we are, do you? We are the ones that will haunt you. You and your dreams. We are the Creepypastas." Ben explained most of them. He introduced me to Masky, because he was in the kitchen eating cheesecake then. Hoodie was in there too. Then Jeff walked in. This is the part where everything gets better.