vague mystique.

Creepypasta:

"There is a video on YouTube named Mereana Mordegard Glesgorv. If you search this, you will find nothing. The few times you find something, all you will see is a 20 second video of a man staring intently at you, expressionless, then grinning for the last 2 seconds. The background is undefined. This is only part of the actual video.

The full video lasts 2 minutes, and was removed by YouTube after 153 people who viewed the video gouged out their eyes and mailed them to YouTube’s main office in San Bruno. Said people had also committed suicide in various ways. It is not yet known how they managed to mail their eyes after gouging them out. And the cryptic inscription they carve on their forearms has not yet been deciphered.

YouTube will periodically put up the first 20 seconds of the video to quell suspicions, so that people will not go look for the real thing and upload it. The video itself was only viewed by one YouTube staff member, who started screaming after 45 seconds. This man is under constant sedatives and is apparently unable to recall what he saw. The other people who were in the same room as him while he viewed it and turned off the video for him say that all they could hear was a high pitched drilling sound. None of them dared look at the screen.

The person who uploaded the video was never found, the IP address being non-existent. And the man on the video has never been identified."

You could say I have a death wish, but after reading this article that a girl in my Geometry class told me about, I hunted down the video and watched it. I couldn't help it- I was morbidly curious. I didn't care if I ended up committing suicide in some creative yet unique way, like taking a dirty silver fork from the kitchen and using it to guage my eyes out in a painful, messy scene of blood and flesh. I just had to see the video, not matter what the consequences were. HAD TO!

I was filled with anticipation as I put my headphones on, plugged them into my new laptop*, and clicked play on the video. The feeling did not go away, either, when the infamous Youtube blackness faded to reveal a strange Arab man sitting in chair in an empty room, doing nothing but staring at the camera with a blank expression. My eyes bore into his. I stared at him for around a minute and a half, occasionally scrolling down to peer at the video comments, until --

BAM.

My ears were suddenly filled with an abrupt sound from the video that was at least ten times louder than it should have been. I jumped, I admit it. Who wouldn't at least cringe after sitting in silence for over a minute with an murderous Arab man staring at you relentlessly? For a minute, it felt like my eardrums exploded, honestly.

The sound slowly turned into a tune, which was of course a subliminal message designed to flow into my brain and give it the instruction of death. I waited expectantly. I believe my foot bopped a bit to the tune, too.

This went on for about thirty seconds, until it stopped as suddenly as it came. Then, the Arab did something unexpected- he MADE A FACIAL EXPRESSION. A smile, to be precise. An all-knowing, murderous, proud, I-Just-Made-You-Kill-Yourself smile.

The thing is, though, I didn't die. The video ended, and I was still alive, eyes in their sockets, silver fork safely in the kitchen sink awaiting soap and water. Somehow, I evaded death. The powerful force that takes trillions did not effect me. Death, more or less, did not conquer me.

This has forced me to come to a conclusion: I, Rosalie Bass, am invicible.

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*I got a new laptop, and I am under the firm belief that it was because all of my viewers sent "Rosalie Should Get A New Laptop" vibes out all at the same time. I'll blog about this more later, though!

...Oh, and by the way, I got a laptop. I'll post about that later though.