It all started when I downloaded the reddit app. At first it was just so I could access gossip about rupauls drag race then it started to get weird.

After I had my accident, i became immobile for a couple of months so I started spending more time on my phone. It wasnt long before i began to fall down the rabbit hole of conspiracy theories. The usual ones, JFK cover up, Bigfoot then I began to get more into the truly crazy ones. Islands of global elites feasting on children and other countries stealing our democracy. I had lost a couple friends by this point (i saw this as validation) and was definitely on the way to being red pilled when logic kicked in and my boyfriend who was in school to be a therapist, pointed out the psychology:

I had a random terrible accident that left me feeling like I had no control over life, by choosing to believe in conspiracies I was choosing to feel like I could explain the unexplainable. It made me feel powerful to know that I was one of the few people that could explain the answers to these questions that had none. I was afraid that nothing would be under my control again. I soon began to come to terms with the fact that there are very few things in life and in the universe that we can control.

One thing I could control, how often I was on reddit. So I took charge and made the decision to stop cold turkey and deleted reddit from my phone.

The next night while scrolling through Facebook I found an article on the best internet horror stories. My second favorite thing after drag race is horror movies so I clicked on it and to my shock my phone took me right to the creepypasta reddit. I then realized I wasn't looking at the web page, I was in fact back on the app. My hair stood on end.

Nope. I deleted it again.

That night I had terrible dreams. In one imparticular I dreamt that I was at drag con, attending a question and answer panel. Only instead when I got into the room the drag queens were positioned like Jesus and his disciples in the last supper and were feasting on human carcasses. Tiny human carcasses.

I woke up immediately. Just a nightmare. I checked my phone and saw that I had a notification. From reddit.

My stomach churned. It was a creepy pasta. I didn't read it. Just deleted the app again, for the third time.

I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn't. Thoughts of famous people canabilizing children and false flag mass casualty events continued to play on repeat.

I began doing research on my computer. Trying to see if anyone else had the same problem deleting reddit from their phone. Every time I tried to click on a message board where the OP had a similar problem I was redirected back to reddit. Every. Time.

Things I can control: whether or not I read these posts. So I read one.

The OP was just like me. They had found themselves addicted to reddit when one day they decided to stop. Soon after the nightmares began. The the non stop notifications from Creepypasta.

The OP admitted they knew how to make it stop. It all stopped as soon as they opened the notification from creepypasta titled "a creepypasta creepypasta".

I loved at my phone, and there it was. A reddit notification. Snoo grinned up at me from my phone. So I opened it.

Then it stopped. Everything stopped. My fears, my happiness, my heart. Stopped.

I watched from the other side of the computer screen (just as I'm watching you now) as my boyfriend tearfully called the ambulance. There was nothing he could have done.

Now I exist on the other side of what are called "dark mirrors". Only able to communicate through words on a computer or phone screen.

There are lots of us back here, we refer to ourselves as "noodles" and rumor has it that every time we get someone to open a creepypasta creepypasta reddit we exchange lives and get our old ones back.

You have to make it to the end of the story for this to work though. Did you make it this far? Good. The end.