IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO ME
DO NOT PLAY OR DESTROY THE TAPE
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I'm fully aware how this sounds, and unless you have the tape, I don't care if you trust me. And I know everyone says this in every stupid creepypasta story on the internet. it always goes like this. I've read far too many of them hoping for a glimpse of someone else this has actually happened to. But if the "Tooby the Trainenginge" VHS tape is in your possession you need to read this. If not, it's up to you if you want to know the details of how I got this thing on my back.
What happened to me happened March 7th 2003, Three days before My 5th birthday. My grandmother sent down a gift from Massachusetts, where my Dad's from. A bootleg cartoon collection VHS tape with a bootleg "Thomas the Tank Engine" on the cover and a list of the cartoons supposedly on the tape on the back. I've looked up the listed cartoons online and they are all publicly available train themed public domain cartoons.
The package came in while My dad and siblings were leaving to go to a toy store. I have a twin, and Dad brought her and my younger brother with him to help get my birthday presents that year, and in turn I was supposed to go with him and my younger brother to a different toy store the next day. My mom put the tape in for me as soon as she saw it and walked out of the room. I watched a minute of logos and FBI warnings before three red bars came across the screen.
A loud sharp tone broke the room as all hell broke out of that TV screen. Out popped some sort of phantom figure, a blur of blues and purples and reds. color and motion and ghostly arms with needle-like blade teeth hidden in its hands. It didn't break the screen as much as it reached through the screen like an open window. I did my best to depict it the best I can remember it.
I immediately dived for the TV plug, and unplugged the TV, quickly closing the window and cleaving off the creature's limbs in the process. Its severed arms lied twitching on the floor like beached fish. My mother came in, saw the creatures bleeding severed limbs and called 911. The authorities arrived, assured my mom that the creature's limbs had to have been some sort of sick animal, and despite my 4 year old protests, they plugged back in the TV and restarted the tape to see why I was so upset by it and to show me it wasn't the problem or something. The loud ring came back out of the TV, I saw it lunge for me, I felt the worst stinging burning feeling I've felt in my life (and wasps and scorpions have gotten me before), and I woke up in the emergency room.
I spent my 5th birthday in the hospital, as they surgically removed the creature's needle-like teeth from my skin. The authorities declared the situation outside of their jurisdiction and referred to an expert,who told them to make sure they destroyed the thing's body but left us with the tape. They said their expert told them it shouldn't be played again, but not to destroy it in case it's the only thing keeping that monster in or something.
Part of me still feels like none of it happened, and I just got attacked by some animal and dreamed the rest, but I have undeniable evidence of my experience.The first is a single twisted bone I have in my room that the cops didn't take with them, it doesn't like cameras and it smells awful and it's turned green over the years.
Despite how it's messing with my phone , my mom has a Geiger counter for her occasional work with vintage jewelry, and it came up neutral the last three times I've checked it, so I know it isn't radiation glitching. Also the fact that the glitching effect on my phone is only temporary, lasting only as long as my phone focuses on the bone itself, and leaving no apparent lasting damage to the device.
The second is a number of scars on my arms and legs. Don't expect pictures of those. I keep them covered with long sleeves all year which sucks in the Georgia heat. I don't know how I'd answer if anyone asked what happened to me .What happened to me doesn't really happen to people. Maybe in stories but not to actual people with responsibilities and loved ones who can talk to you and say hello to you in public. I'm only 24. I can't just die to a horror cliché that can't be real and yet I feel it in every moment of woe I experience. I can feel its teeth in my scars in every moment of strong despair or anxiety I experience. It wants me dead and it wants me to know this and the terror that it could get what it it wants drives the ghost of it's teeth deeper in my limbs every time I try to fall asleep.
I know our lives are linked. If I destroy the tape it's taking me down with it. If I die that monster starves. But as long as I'm alive I can just keep starving it and it won't be able to do anything to anyone else. I guess it's getting impatient or I'm getting too happy for it or something because it's been acting up and I don't know what to do.
The bone is out in the open. The tape is in a lock box in a secure location. If the tape is out in the open and you have access to it, it is now your responsibility to find a new place to hide it. I've been starving this thing for almost 20 years now, it's got to be very hungry. You can't play the tape, that lets it out and whatever happens to me will happen to you too unless you can unplug it in time. If I'm not around to carry it, it's your burden now. If I'm fine and you are reading this, you may now understand why I try to live every day one day at a time, cherishing everything I can find to cherish. I don't know when it's going to get me, but I know the only thing I can do now is to keep myself happy and busy. This website does both for me.