My name is Clinton, I am 23 years old and love to play video games… Or at least I did. This is a true story, I can provide pictures of my tragic happenings…This is the story of a young girl, named Caroline.
I am known as a gamer to my friends and family, one day my little cousin came over and asked if we could play some games together. I was 19 at the time. I agreed and started to search through the internet for online games with a targeted audience of 10 years olds. (my cousin was 10 years old)I came across a game I had never heard of before that was named, Roblox. This game is now big, but in 2009 it wasn’t very known. My little cousin wanted an account, so we went through the process of making one, we named it Daimon146. We needed a game to play, so we searched, “playground” in the games search tab, we then found a game titled, “My School Playground!” We pressed play and waited, excited to try the new game.
About 5 minutes passed, and we were in the game, except something was odd, something was different… The new character on Roblox is equipped with a red hat with a brown bill, however our certain character was wearing… A pink bunny mask, you might be thinking, “how cute.” But I assure you, this was not a cute bunny mask as it’s eyes were surrounded by a thin dark lair of black, as if it had been up all night, or it never closed it’s eyes. We soon got over the fact that the bunny mask was a bit odd for a kids game, and started to look around. The game was dark, too dark in fact a bit depressing.. After a few minutes of walking around in utter darkness we accidentally fell off the base plate of the map, we thought we saw something underneath, so we looked again. There was a doll, a large picture of a doll with a “:(” next to it. We did not think too much of it but it seemed to mysteriously appear around the map, my little cousin then said he no longer wanted to play this game, he claimed he heard a voice and it scared him. I was too stubborn to leave, I had to know what that damn doll was about! I urged him to stay with me, and he eventually did.
Well 10 minutes later we found what seemed to be a teleport on top of a statue, the statue is of a little girl with pink hair, sitting down looking at her feet. She is leaning on a pedestal surrounded by water. Well that teleport took us to another room that looked very similar to the first room we had been in, the only difference was that the statue had moved, there was a trail of blood, it was… black blood the darkest I’ve ever seen, it looked so real, so real it surprised me, it was almost as if they took an actual picture of a humans blood and inserted it into the game. We started to hear laughing, we walked towards the noise not knowing what lied ahead of us… It lead us to a statue, the statue was hung by it’s neck, as if it tried to kill itself, and next to the statue there was a word, the word was, “guilt.”
I then typed in the word. It was at that exact moment that a new character entered the game, her username was Carollne. She said her real name was Caroline. Some reason she stopped talking, the only thing she ever said was, “:)” but.. she never responded to anything we said. Eventually we found her, she was lying down next to the statue, wearing the same mask that we had on, the pink bunny mask. I asked her where she got the mask, all she said was,”6/23/2010″ I did not understand what she meant, I took no notice of it.
Twenty minutes had passed, and we began to look around again, we found a book, it was titled, “Caroline’s Dairy, DO NOT READ” of course knowing this was just a children’s game, we decided to read it.The book said,” Dear Diary, today mommy and daddy died, my brother is still alive, but doesn’t know how it happened. I was on the counter, reaching for a knife up on top of the cupboard, I was reaching for it because daddy was trying to hurt me. I grabbed a hold of the knife and daddy got mad. Daddy took my doll, he then ripped it’s head off and told me, if I do not get down and take the beating I deserved, my fate would be the same as the doll. Her name was Mrs.Edman, she had been my only friend since I was 4 years old, and daddy killed her… I was mad at daddy, but I got down, I took the beating and went to my room. I told my mommy what happened, she only slapped me across the face, and told me not to talk to her, she was busy drinking… I am not okay.. I walked into the kitchen this evening, I took daddy’s wrench, I started to unbolt the cabinets so they would be loose, I used a screwdriver to take off the screws on the bottom of the cabinet.
I was not aloud to have supper that night, but I was told to cook it. Daddy and mommy were drunk, they told me to hurry up or they would beat me twice as hard as they did that same morning.. I got mad, I could not take the abuse anymore, I walked over to the cabinet and made sure the nails were sticking out on the edge, I said, “mommy, do you want soup?” She called me a bitch, a dumb bitch… She said, “YES GET IT NOW YOU DUMB BITCH I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR TOO DAMN LONG!” I then thrust the cabinet door open and screamed,”THEN EAT THIS.” The cabinet collapsed on my mother and father, the nails sticking into their throats, and necks.. They looked at me, their eyes dark with black blood and said, “I’m proud of you Caroline, you’ve overcome your worst fear..” That was their last words.- Caroline 10/3/09
I had enough of this nonsense, my cousin had been crying, and I was a bit scared too.. I decied to go to the park with my cusion to cheer him up. We got to the park when we saw a little girl walk by, I asked him to see if she wanted to play with him, so he went to talk to her. He hasked what her name was, and she said Caroline. He asked if she wanted to play, she shook her head yes, almost violently. They played for a few hours, he said that they had gotten married. I laughed thinking it was cute, he showed me the picture that she had drew for him, it was a picture of a pink bunny, with pitch black eyes and bloody paws.. I took the picture and crumpled it up. He was mad at me, he ran under the side, I then heard crying. The little girl was there, she was crying, looking down at her feet. She knew that I had thrown out her picture, she was mad…but soon she stopped and whispered something into my cousins ear.
The little girl Caroline had to go, my cousin and I started to leave, but then my cousin yelled, he said he forgot something at the park, he ran back to the park. When I got there I asked him what the little girl said.. she said that she would be seeing my cousin soon, and not to be sad because they will always be together. He ran under the side again, I heard a scream… I ran to see what was wrong… I can not get the image out of my head of what I saw as I followed a trail of almost black blood, the girl was there, she was dead, hanging from a rope tied around her neck, there was a screw pushed into her throat… She was pale, she was covered head to toe in what looked like to be..yellow paint, on her cheeks she had red paint..My cousin started to cry, he cried more than I had ever seen, he cried so hard he had began to choke.. At first I thought he was just coughing, until I looked down at him. The little girl had grabbed him, still hanging, she was still dead, but her eyes were black, I tried to rip her away from him, but she scraped my eye with her nail, I then got my cousin away from her, I knew I needed proof, so I took a picture of my eye before I passed out…
I awoke in the back of a police car, I had been sentenced to three years in jail for killing two minors, I was not even aloud to go to court… I told them it was not true, but then they showed me the pictures…. There was two pictures of me, in a bunny mask, cramming nails into the children’s throats…. I looked at the picture one last time, afraid, scared, and confused… I noticed a quote it said, “You doubted my guilt, you invaded my privacy, now you will know the same pain, you will know the guilt..”
I told the officer to read it, he said there was nothing there… Oddly enough I could only see it out of my left eye…. The one she had cut..
I looked at the other one, it said that the blood of the children would not go without vengeance… All I could say was, Rest In Peace, Martin Cult…. My cousins name..
I am now out of jail, I had logged onto the site one more time, I noticed the account Carollne hat been deleted… But then I pressed play on the game, it had remade itself, Carollne entered my game and said, mark this date, the day you brang me back, 9/14/2012″ She said, now is the time for my vengence… I left the game, I knew that she would never be able to hurt………..
Hello, you have just read what my cousin has typed up for you, I can assure you it is true, and is he now dead. For I am the one who killed him. -Martin Cult
Credit To – Martin Cult