Your name is Ryan Drozdowski. (A stupid name for a girl, you think, but you can’t control your parent’s decisions.) You’re 15 years old. It’s August, 2009. Next week, you start your sophomore year of high school. There’s nothing to look forward to. You’re not popular, and you don’t have any friends.Today, you’re home alone like usual. Your parents aren’t cruel but they’re neglectful; working-class, too busy to make time for you.Looking for ways to occupy yourself, you dig through unopened boxes from the old house. (It got foreclosed last year. You don’t understand why the bank took it away, but you miss that place and you hate this fuck ass new apartment.) You hope to find something interesting tucked away in all the junk, the folded up clothes, the tacky holiday decor.Against all odds, you do.Your fingers brush against the cold metal of a silver flip phone you don’t recognize. It must have belonged to your older sister. (You don’t remember her having one, but you don’t remember her well at all. She died when you were 7, or ran away, or something like that. Your parents don’t talk about her.) The moment you pick it up properly, it rings loud enough to make you jerk back and wince. An electronic jingle fills the otherwise silent air of your living room. Too sudden. After taking a breath, you flip it open with your thumb to pick up the call.It goes quiet again. It’s dead.… Strange.You can’t find a charger in the box. You can’t find a charger in your room. You’re bored, and the mystery of this phone grabs your attention enough to warrant investigation. Something about it beckons you. It’s only half past noon. Your parents won’t be home for a while.What do you do?>Hop on your bike and try an electronics store, maybe an employee can help>One of your neighbors is probably home. Try knocking on some doors>This phone probably has an SD card, right? Maybe you can get that out and see what’s on it
>>6415286>This phone probably has an SD card, right? Maybe you can get that out and see what’s on ittechnology!
>>6415286>This phone probably has an SD card, right? Maybe you can get that out and see what’s on it
>>6415286>>This phone probably has an SD card, right? Maybe you can get that out and see what’s on it
>>6415286>>Hop on your bike and try an electronics store, maybe an employee can helpThere could be texts or photos stored in there, also good enough excuse to go outside.
>>6415290>>6415291>>6415307>>6415308>This phone probably has an SD card, right? Maybe you can get that out and see what’s on it.Technology, indeed.You’ve never owned a phone, but you’ve obviously seen them before. You don’t live under a rock. Thanks to your dad, you’re something of a tech nerd anyway, so this is the first thought that occurs to you.Closing the phone again, you turn it over in your hand and try to figure out how to crack the damn thing open. Eventually, you settle on jamming your nails into the edges of the casing. They slot right in, and you feel a little wiggle. The back pops off after a short struggle. It feels like you broke it, but you know this is right.Taking out the battery reveals a microSD card tucked right where it belongs. There’s no SIM card, though. Hm.You boot up your laptop, slot the card in, and open the files. There’s a couple folders. Most are strangely empty or otherwise useless, but you find one labeled ‘camera’ and hover over it. There’s a sudden pit in your stomach. You click anyway.Click.You’re greeted by multiple low resolution photos of bodies. Dead girls around your age. Blood splatters. Viscera. There’s a single close-up of someone’s face. A cold shudder runs up your spine. Dizziness and nausea wash over you. You slam your laptop shut in one quick motion, breathing heavily.What now?>Look at the photos again, even if you’re scared. Maybe you can gleam more from them>Go to an electronics store for a charger>Ask your neighbor for a charger
>>6415319>Look at the photos again, even if you’re scared. Maybe you can gleam more from themWell. That's something.
>>6415319>Look at the photos again, even if you’re scared. Maybe you can gleam more from themAAAAAH
>>6415319>Look at the photos again, even if you’re scared. Maybe you can gleam more from them
>>6415321>>6415347>>6415362>Look at the photos again, even if you’re scared. Maybe you can gleam more from themDeep breaths. In, out. They’re just photos. They can’t hurt you. You place a hand over your chest, feeling your rapid heartbeat steadily fall as you attempt to calm yourself and work up the nerve to look again. You’re curious. Morbidly so.This time, you’re prepared. This time, you know what’s in there.So you open the laptop again with shaking hands.… And the gruesome photos are gone.(At least you can drink your coke now without feeling like you’ll spit it back up.)In their place, there’s more photos of that girl you saw in a close-up the first time. The file names are all garbage text. You see her big eyes, her bright smile. There’s no hint of blood. You don’t recognize her.Then another photo. White text on a black background: “Can you see me?”What now?>Go to an electronics store for a charger>Ask your neighbor for a charger>Write in
>>6415363>SHUT IT DOWN SHUT IT DOWN>Take out the card>Scream a little>Ask your neighbor for a charger
>>6415363>Click the "Can you see me?" photo
>>6415363>>6415378+1 to this...
>>6415378>>6415380>Click the "Can you see me?" photoYou hover your mouse over the last photo and double click. It opens in another window, but the text changes: “Talk to me :)”Like a dumbass, you try saying out loud to your laptop, “Uh… Hi?”No response. The words just hang in the air.You sit in silence for a moment, staring at the screen with your lips pressed into a flat line. What now?>Go to an electronics store for a charger>Ask your neighbor for a charger>Write in
>>6415400>Open Command Prompt and type "Hi?"
>>6415400>>6415401+1 and ask who or what they are
>>6415401+1I forsee no possible negative consequences from pulling this thread further.
>>6415401+1, we gotta be ready to pull the cord in case its 2 sp00ky
>>6415472+1 to this version specifically. be ready to cut and run.>>6415400
>>6415401>>6415455>>6415460>>6415472>>6415520>Open Command Prompt and type "Hi?">and ask who or what they areTalking out loud didn’t work, so you try a different approach: You open command prompt, and type a reply. Feels clever. You’re ready to flip the thing shut again if it gets scary.C:\Users\Ryan> hi'hi' is not recognized as an internal or external command,operable program or batch file.C:\Users\Ryan> who are you?'who are you?' is not recognized as an internal or external command,operable program or batch file.… Feels anticlimactic, actually, but was worth a try. Sometimes clever ideas work. Sometimes they don’t. You catch yourself sighing, but you suppose it makes sense. Whatever’s communicating with you comes from the phone and the files on it, not the computer. What does talking to Windows 7 accomplish? Nothing for now. That said, it’s not completely useless. You’ve ruled out a method, and when you glance back at the image the text changes again: “can you hear me?”A different question, slightly different meaning. An attempt at clarification? Makes you wonder if this... thing can feel your attempts at communication even if they’re not getting through.The phone vibrates again.Still dead.What now?>Get charger from electronics store>Get charger from a neighbor(Well, you haven’t liked these thoughts so far. Maybe you’re aware you don’t have money and you’re wary of other people in this complex.)>... Try the library instead?
>>6415545>Try pressing 44 on the phone, since the letters ghi are assigned to the 4 key.>If that doesn't work, get a charger from the library.
>>6415546>>6415553+1 this. Maybe we can 'borrow' one if nothing else
>>6415546>... Try the library instead?
>>6415546>... Try the library instead?The camera has photos on it, wo I'm assuming it has a camera. Maybe we should try taking a picture to respond?
>>6415553>>6415557>>6415560>>6415564>Try pressing 44 on the phone, since the letters ghi are assigned to the 4 key.A brief thought occurs to you. You hit the ‘4’ button a couple times in a row. Nothing right now, duh. The thing’s dead. So...>... Try the library instead?Yeah, the library’s a better choice. No need for cash. No threat of stranger danger.You close every window, pop the SD card back into the phone, put it back together again, and toss it into your backpack. Right now, what you have inside it is: The phone, a five dollar bill, your library card, the keys to your apartment, your DS lite, and a pack of gum.15 year olds don’t carry too much.After putting on your shoes, you hop on your bike and head to the library. (You don’t spend as much time there as you used to, but, like any self-respecting loser, you’re a regular visitor.)...It’s not a very big branch, but the building is sizable enough; you’re met with rows of shelves when you walk inside, housing books on any topic you could possibly need. There are other resources here like local family records, but you’re not sure you need them right now.The librarian’s desk is a little to the left, most books are to your right, and there’s a study area with tables lining the back window. You see a girl you recognize vaguely from school sitting at one of the tables. Your goal is to get the phone charged so you can keep investigating. What do you do?>Ask the librarian.>Approach the girl.>Write in
Going to bed now. Thanks for playing with me today! I was worried no one would be interested in some teenage girl mystery bullshit so I'm quite happy. First time running anything quite like this. Hope you like the art, hope you keep humoring the story
>>6415607>Grab a random book on supernatural phenomena (spiritism?) and sit down somewhere where you can charge a phone Libraries usually have those free chargers and outlets, yeah?>>6415611I'm very much enjoying the fresh quest idea. /qst/ needs more horror IMO.
>>6415607+1 >>6415618>>6415611This quest is neat.
>>6415607>>Ask the librarian
I say we throw away the phone that had gore on it
>>6415607>Ask the librarian.
>>6415618>>6415619>>6415721>>6415730>Libraries usually have those free chargers and outlets, yeah?(It’s 2009, but you dream of a future where free chargers are commonly accessible. Maybe that will happen 17 years from now when you’re 32 years old. And everyone will have new iPhones. You bet the future is going to be awesome, and we won’t be in a recession anymore.)But you spot outlets by the tables and that’s half the equation.>Ask the librarianYou approach the librarian’s desk. She’s a kind old lady who’s been working here your whole life. When you were younger, you called her ‘Mrs. Q-tip’ because her curly white hair reminded you of one. Your mom said this was rude.“Uh, excuse me… do you have any phone chargers?” You ask.“Have what? Speak up, dearie, you’re mumbling - my ears aren’t so good.”“A phone charger.” You repeat louder this time. “Do you have one?”She thinks for a moment then raises her finger, signalling for you to wait as she gets up and walks off somewhere. A couple minutes later, she comes back with a charger, holding it out for you. “Someone turned this into the lost and found earlier. You should be more careful with your things, young lady.”... You get the feeling she misunderstood what you meant when you asked for a charger, but you’re not about to correct her. Whoever actually lost it is stupid, and it’s yours forever now. “Thanks!” You say as you take the charger. There’s the other half of the equation.>Grab a random book on supernatural phenomena (spiritism?)“Actually, where are the books on supernatural phenomena? Like, ghosts and stuff. Nonfiction ones.”She points you in the right direction, muttering something under her breath about ‘kids these days’ and the Dewey Decimal System.(Cont.)
>>6415949So you post yourself up at one of the tables (as far away as you can get from that other girl, you don’t feel like talking to her, that’s awkward) and plug the phone in. As it charges, you do some light reading on ghosts.The book you grabbed contains multiple theories. It starts with basic ones you’ve heard before: Ghosts linger in our world because something’s preventing them from moving on, things like that.Two others catch your interest.There’s a ‘theory of temporality’ which suggests ghost sightings happen when time, as we understand it, weakens. That the progression of time is more ephemeral than traditional science believes and these moments are connected by a fixed point in space rather than happening separately. 1950 and 2050 exist simultaneously in the same spot separated only by a fourth dimension. A person could ‘peek back’ and see the same area at a different point in time. Where you turn your head and instead of looking left, look into the past.Another posits that our emotions, like air, occupy space invisibly as a physical substance. When something bad happens these feelings linger long after the victim leaves. They can build up, accumulate, attach themself to objects and rooms, and can imbue the physical world with supernatural properties. The theory suggests this is why you ‘feel the past’ in haunted spaces like hospitals and asylums, as suffering remains even after it’s over.You’re not sure how much of this you believe. Regardless, you have a book on ghosts, and the phone is finally charging. What do you do?>Turn on the phone>Write in
>You bet the future is going to be awesome, and we won’t be in a recession anymore.Oof. Good thing we're going to be killed by a creepypasta ghost befroe we see the grim darkness that is to come.>>6415949>Turn on the phone>>6415672The gore vanished mysteriously, so it's safe now! haha... ha...
>You bet the future is going to be awesome, and we won’t be in a recession anymore.You aren't missing much kid, a golden era is right around the corner, don't bother living past that.>>6415951>Turn on the phoneBack to the spooky.
>>6415951>Turn on the phone
>>6415952>>6415954>>6415962What other choice would there be? Cautiously, you turn on the phone. It immediately buzzes to life in your hands and rings just as loud as it had in your living room. This earns a couple side eyes. People don’t appreciate loud noises in libraries, but they don’t understand what you’re doing. Your fingers shake as you accept the call and hold it to your ear, nervous but burning with curiosity. “Can you hear me?”The voice is feminine and immature. High-pitched, a little nasally. Not too young, but the source can’t be any older than you. A chill accompanies the sound. Static, distortion, and low-quality speakers render it uncanny. You swallow thickly. Your throat feels tight.(You reckon whatever this is can’t pose an immediate threat, right? If it could kill you, it would have done it already.)“I can hear you,” you whisper back, hunching over in your chair. You try to keep your voice down. “... Can you hear me?”“I can!”The voice is excited by this fact. “Finally, someone can hear me! Oh my God, hi, hi!”There’s no visual to accompany the conversation, but, somehow, you swear you can feel a presence looming by your side. The air seems to shift.What do you want to say?>Who are you?>Write in. (You can say more than one thing.)
>>6415978>Who are you?>Do you know what date it is?>...Are you a ghost?
>>6415952>Oof. Good thing we're going to be killed by a creepypasta ghost befroe we see the grim darkness that is to come.We either get spooked to death, or become a sick ass supernatural detective, a completely recession proof occupation, because you know those suicide rates are just going to keep climbing.
>>6415951>Turn on the phone>Get ready to unplug it in case supernatural shit hits the fan>You bet the future is going to be awesome, and we won’t be in a recession anymore.All id say is invest in Bitcoin now because it's gonna be a wild ride.>>6415954>a golden era is right around the cornerYou mean when everyone was complaining about bronies and hipsters? I wouldn't exactly call it a golden era but it just looks way better compared to the fucking culture wars.
A thought just occurred to me. >>>/x/ should exist around this timeframe. Could be interesting to dive into later, it'd be a perfect fit if we're dealing with spooky shit.
>>6415978>Who are you?>How did you get this number?>Where are you calling from?>Were you the one trying to contact us on the laptop?>Do you know who took the pictures on this phone?
>>6415987Weren't the /b/ raids happening at that time? Might have to wade through all that shit posting to get a good answer.
>>6415987>Ryan accidentally reveals she is a girl>Only gets tits or gtfo replies
>>6415978Support >>6415981>>6415984Meant more for TV, but whatever.
