READ THIS BEFORE PLAYING THE TRACK.
HORROR WARNING. THIS SHIT IS SCARY AS FUCK OKAY, I WOULDN’T LIE TO YOU.
I remember the first time I got Pokemon Red version like it was yesterday. It was Easter, I was five, and I was at my grandmother’s house. I was so excited about it. That moment was when Pokemon became part of my life — part of me. I played it through and through more times than I could count. When I was about twelve, however, my family moved and I couldn’t find my Red version when going through my labeled boxes. I was devastated and absolutely positive that I’d packed it. I questioned my parents over and over again who insisted numerous times that they didn’t throw it away.
Eventually, I moved on from my loss of Red version. I figured I would find it in a game store somewhere and, even though it wouldn’t be the same one, it would still be a good part of my past to relive.
Now to jump forward nine years.
Early this morning I was searching through some bins in my attic for an extra beach towel. And when I say early, I mean early. Like around 8am early. I wanted to lay out in the sun. Summer’s coming to an end and all, so I want to take advantage of what’s left.
Anyway, I spotted an old, cardboard box in the back of our attic. Naturally, I was pretty curious. I couldn’t remember it ever being there before, but it wasn’t as if I was a frequent up in the attic so, who knows?
When I saw that the box was marked ‘Move - 2004’ I knew I had to rifle through it. Completely forgetting about my beach towel, I climbed down from the attic with this dusty cardboard box. I brought it back into my room and sat on my bed with it, just staring at it for a minute. It felt really surreal to me, even though I knew I was probably just going to find old photo albums or things my mom never used but didn’t want to throw out.
I took a deep breath and opened it (almost at the age of 21 and still praying we overlooked where my original Red version was put). I felt my shoulders slump as I was met with exactly what I thought was in there; candles, a few photo frames without pictures, and other odds and ends.
Wondering if my mom wanted to see any of this stuff, I began to take it out and brush it all off. When I was met with the bottom of the box, my breath stopped — or so it felt like it, anyway. There, sitting at the bottom, was Red version.
I couldn’t believe it. My eyes watered. I was so overwhelmed with joy and nostalgia that crying over video game didn’t seem stupid in the moment. Quickly, I took it out, blew into the cartridge, and retrieved my Gameboy Color from my desk.
When I put it in and started it up, everything seemed perfectly normal. One of my old game files was even still there, my level 100 Charizard still leading the team. I couldn’t express how happy I was.
Deciding to rid my game of the past, I went to start a new one.
I sprawled myself out on my bed with my gameboy, completely throwing my plans to lay in the sun out the window. I started my game, named myself Red and my rival Green, picked Charmander, and I was ready to go.
Hours later, after beating Brock, Misty, and Lt. Surge, I found myself about to enter Lavender Town. A chill went through me, remembering all the creepypastas I’d read about it and with the Black cartridge one and stuff. But I went forth! Red and I were gonna visit the Pokemon Tower and do what we had to do.
I anticipated the music to change as my sprite walked into the town. I waited for that 8bit, eerie tune.
It was so silent.
I checked my Gameboy’s volume and it was up all the way.
I had Red walk out of Lavender Town and back onto the route and the regular traveling music started up again.
I quickly chalked it up to a glitch in the game. It was so old. Some other towns were probably going to act the same way.
But when Red walked into the Pokemon Tower, I knew something was horribly wrong. The screen turned splotchy, distorted and I saw random ghost Pokemon sprites appear and disappear on my screen.
I freaking fREAKED out and threw the gameboy to the opposite end of my bed. It had to be damage done within the 15, 16 years I’d owned the game. Hell, it was in a cardboard box for almost a decade. The game was probably just broken.
I stared at my ceiling fan for a few minutes, deciding to just get up and walk away from the game. I’d get some cereal and maybe the screen would be back to normal when I came back.
Just as I was about to leave my room, I heard a beep come from my gameboy. It was the kind where you’re pressing A while talking to someone, only, clearly, I wasn’t even touching it.
I walked over and saw that a little dialogue box had popped up on my screen. The letters were so messed up, matching the distorted screen, but my heart stopped at what I could make out from it.
“Don’t lose me again.”
I DIDN’T THINK THINGS LIKE THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED OK I DIDN’T THINK POKEMON GAMES COULD ACTUALLY BE HAUNTED IRL I THOUGHT CREEPYPASTAS WERE JUST STORIES
AND IT FUCKIN BEEPED AGAIN AND SAID
“Don’t leave this tower.”
omFG I still have the chills from this I can’t.
Being an asshole, though, I left the Pokemon Tower.
And this music fucking played and I’m not sleeping for a week. It’s like the Lavender Town music meets the Exorcism meets Satan, I kid you not. I took my iPhone and recorded what I could of it, so I’m sorry if the quality is kind of shitty.
I don’t know what to do with my game. I turned it off but the Red cartridge is on my desk with my gameboy. Should I throw it out?!? WHAT DO I DO SOMEONE HELP
Burn it and never think about it ever again. Wipe it from your memory, and trash the gameboy too, while you’re at it.