Oh boy, more creepypasta.

Well, I asked Jo if she wanted me to read her a creepypasta story, and she said yes. She laughed at the term 'creepypasta' but when I finished reading, she wasn't laughing anymore!

This is the creepypasta I read her.

Okay, I have to admit it was weird, but not at all scary. But that's not what Jo felt. Her immediate response was, 'Wow' in a blank tone. She stared up at me, her eyes wide. I could sense that she was terrified, but she didn't want to admit it. I asked her various questions about the creepypasta, including 'did you like it?'. She sounded like she was about to cry when she responded. Then, she left the room, and walked into the living room. I followed, and asked her what she was doing. She told me that she wanted to see if anything was on TV, despite it being one o'clock in the morning. I laughed, and questioned her why. She didn't respond; she walked toward the stairs. I asked her why, and she replied saying that she wanted to 'give mommy a hug'. By that time, I was getting rather tired, so I went to bed. Several minutes later, my mom burst through the door and yelled at me about how Jo was crying because of the story.

Wow. That's all I can say,