Games2

Notice: My first ever creepypasta.

When I got home from school, I went straight onto the computer. I went to Roblox, and started playing some games. After playing many games, I decided Hmm, I wonder if there is a secret URL no one knew about". Of course, that was me being a complete idiot. I searched in the URL, 'https://www.roblox.com/games2 ' to see if it exist. But it gave out the 'Page not found' page, so I refreshed it a couple times to see if it was a code. When I got to my 6th refresh, the text changed. I refreshed again, and I got to the Games page. It had only 1 game, and the search bar didn't work. I clicked the game, and to play, I needed some requirements. The requirements? They were blood and organs from my friends, but I couldn't kill them. So I left the page, and went to the normal game page. 1 Hour Later'

I got a message from all my friend's parents. They said, that all my friends were DEAD. One friend's parent texted that they were shot through the head and guts. And another said that he was ripped in half. Well, I guess I needed to get their blood and organs. The Next Day

I have their blood and organs, but I didn't know where to put them. I placed them on my computer, and went to the bathroom. When I got back, they were gone. I quickly went back to the page and opened the game. I̵̝̘̦̥͓̅̈̚t̸̖̮͇͚̝̣͓̺̯̯͚͉́̐̎̾̀̚̕ ̵̼̯̱̬̇̈́͛͌͆̐̉̿̾̕̚̚͠ş̴̢̧̪͉̘̯̜̲̱̲̭̱̥̂̍̔̂̓͗̌͛̔̆ḩ̵͎̪̟͚̻̩̟͇͍͇̱̤̦͉̟̩̑ͅͅo̷̡̧̥͍̤̤̯̬͉̻̹̝̻͂̀̋̊̈̇͊̈́̏̄̈́͘w̸̨̲͍̭̠̭̹̰̙̍̇̋͛̌͐̈́̍̇̊̄̎̚e̴̛̛̠̫͉̬͖̲͍͉̜͔̪̮̭͎̙̰͓̹̿̉̉̀̉͆̒͊͊̂̑̈́̕̚͘͠͠d̵͓̻̥͑͑̔́̉̄͛̓̀̒̔̂͆̌͂͆́̑̕͝ ̵̧̧͖͖̪̗̲͖̝̭̱̜̖̝̯̞̻̑̿̈̀͋́͌ͅả̵̡͎͍̼̤̞͎̹͍͎̲͗̀͝͝ ̷̪͖̭̖̩͉̠̗̰̞̍̓̊͐̽ȓ̸̢͓̠̙͉̠̖̪̟̮̇͂̈́́̄́͋͂͑͒̊͋̍̍̅̚͠ẹ̷̡̡̜̠̮͓̫͎̮͎̭͓͓̑̅̏̈̋͘͝a̴̢͉͔̠͈̮͈̮̭͍̼̺̹̙̫͕̽̓̋̊̐̆͗͑̊̇̋̀̂͆̍́͠ͅl̷͉͓̳͎̃̆̉̒̊̈́̀͗͐͐͘̚̕ͅi̸͈̫̯͉̓̈́̃͑̎̈̄̄̔̈́̈͂̉͑̏̓͂̾̚̕ş̸̡̛̘͔̜͕̜̮̥̠̯̤͚̳̝̠̌̿́́͊́̌̇̉͑̍̓̕̚̕t̸̡̤͍̭̳̬̫̯͎̘͎̬̾̕͜i̵̢̧̧̖̖̣̫̩̳̣̦̩̇̔̓̚c̸͍̬̞̪̀̿́̃̈̀̄̇̋̐͑͑̐̕ ̴̻̻̰̼̬̍̽͗̍͋͆͋̄͘p̶̢̡̛̛̩͙̦͖̻̼̪͎̜̓͗̍̽͂̋̒͛̋̈́̀ĭ̶̛͉̺̟͊̑̈́͝c̴̬̙̠͉̙̘͖͕͚̞̜͇͒̈̂̎̇̃̐̄̃͘͜ͅt̶̡̳͍̤͌̏͊ư̸͚̠͎̙̫̳̰͉̘͖̳̤̻̰͕͖͉͂̊͌̌́͝ṙ̸̡̛̫̫̪̮̥̹͎̮̟̟͖̦̩͚̟̬͕͖̻͋̈̆̐̄͂̚͠ė̷̖͇͓̠̞̝̟̬͕̠̠͇̬͈̹͕̬̱̎̀̓̀̔̈̐͑͊͑̐͑̀̀͘͝ ̵̨̨̗̰͖͖̜̖̽̏̍́͋͊̉́͋̚ͅơ̷̡̠̘͇̰͈̠̗̖̣̺̺̰̣̗̖̐̈́͋̌̾͑̈́̒̄̑̿̏͐̊̔̓̚͘͠f̵̢̨̛̣͍͓̖͖͉̦̻̙̲͎̥̯̦̥̝̼̊̍̅̒͗͘͝͝ ̷̲͍͍̝͎͚̭̥̒̈́̀̊́̎͝m̷͈̜͍̫̰͖̜͒͘ý̸̢̛̻͎̘̠̯̠͚͋̈́̋̄́͌̎͂̈́̒̍́̕͘͝͝ ̶̢̧̝̟͍̝͓̫͉̬̲̾̄̋̅̾͋̊̂̇f̸̡͙̗̣̼̺̬͓͉͎̳͔͙̳̦̀̍̽͐͐̉̐̊̓̈̎̕͘͜ͅa̶̛͕̰̬̾̍̔́̃̑͌̾̀̐̔m̷̛͙̦̱͓̟͇͓̱̺̮̏̏͐̒̍̎̑̈̎̈́́̑͌͝͝͝i̴̧̧̼͚̲̠̣̫̣̬̭̭͇̝͖͖͒̆͊͋͒̀͗̓̽̉̉̄̎͐̀͜͜l̸̨̺̠̱̗͎̲̯̥̦̜̼̯̞͋ŷ̶̡̼̖̪͚̻̠̼̱̀͋̀͋͛͂͝ͅ ̵̡̭̺̤̳̣̤̳̱̥̩̩̺̀̈́̌̽̃̆̀͑̔̆́̑d̴̞͔̥̼̉͌̇̕͜ȩ̵̫̼̗̙̘̹̗͔͎͙̤̯̍̀̏͑ͅå̵̝̙̹̬͔͚͛͌̾̿̿͆̉͌͂̓̄̔̆̄̐͘ḑ̶̢̱͚̫̚ͅ. I left the game quickly, and went to bed.

NightTime

I feel like I am being watched, so I couldn't sleep. I would hear plates breaking every hour. I was scared to check, so I remained in bed. I will sometimes hear footsteps getting louder and louder.

Gone.