Creepypasta Jeremy Origins [CLOSED]
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Project Overview
I'm making a new and improved version of my Creepypasta story "Goodbye." and decided to go ahead and make a narrating out of it because why not?
Jeremy and his family were driving home one night in the rain from visiting Grandma when the family's little Civic had shifted lanes and was involved in a head on collision with a truck. Jeremy had died on impact from flying through the windshield from his middle back seat. He awoke at the scene once help arrived and saw the outcome to the family car, and to his family, and him.
Jeremy is linked to the physical world now as a type of Poltergeist, cursed with enternal anger and pain to the loss of his family and blames himself for the accident.
I wrote this story mainly as a reminder that this can happen to anyone, even on short sweet visits to grandma, and the cost that you pay.
This is the link to the old version of the story, I have the edited copy.
http://toxicating-love.deviantart.com/art/Goodbye-Creepypasta-Jem-Origins-551824686
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"11-79 Copy, four possible casualties."--
"Sir! Sir, can you hear me?"
8 years old.
Her lines are pretty know-it-all sounding for a typical kid.
"You're going to ruin your ears that way."
"Yes you are, you're on that thing all the time."
"You've been blasting that thing since we left nanna's."
"Jeremy listen to your mom, okay?"[Irritated]
"Once we get home you better clean that room of yours, and I mean dishes in the kitchen, and the floor actually visible."
She's a sweet-sounding woman, around her early forties.
"I told you to turn it down."[Agitated"
"Why don't you talk to us like a normal person then! You don't need to be plugged in all the time."[Fed up]
"When Jem? When did we have a nice family conversation?"[Angry]
Give me your best impression,
But if you NEED a range, then I'd say pretty 16-17ish boy, soft voice, maybe a bit calm.
You will be narrating this story as it is in Jeremy's point of view.
I turned to see my sister now holding the music player, a smug look on her face. "Kaylie..." I threatened playfully, as if it was a game, but as I reached for the device she only held it away.
Sudden fear ran through my veins, as I couldn't feel anything; I couldn't speak, I couldn't hear. I had hit the windsheild right? I flew from my seat when the truck hit us... [Narrating thoughts.]
"PLEASE, WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM?" [Desperate]
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