I remember clearly the day that ruined my life... August 13th 2010, a Friday. That morning, I was browsing through the internet when I ran into a middle schooler's blog. Her name was Alexandria Anderson. I scrolled through it for a while until a title caught my attention; "Silly Chris", it was. I clicked on it, quite intrigued, it read: "According to the urban legend, if you go into the 4th restroom stall and chant 'silly chris' 3 times, silly chris will spawn in front of you and start shitting whatever you ask for". Down at the bottom of the page, it read, "WARNING: ATTEMPT AT YOUR OWN RISK.. PRECAUTIONS:", in bolded words. I laughed and didn't bother scrolling further; thinking it was a joke.
When I first arrived at school, I went to my first class with my friend, Ginipss. I told her about what I had read that morning, earning each other a good laugh. She suggested we tell Sietti, our friend, and try it out. She said it would be hilarious. We walked to our third class, the only class we both have with Sietti. Once we caught up with her, we asked if she wanted to skip class with us in the restroom. She agreed.
Ginipss and I told Sietti about "Silly Chris". She seemed a bit creeped out at first, but laughed it off. At the time, I couldn't understand why she was scared, but now I realize she had a point, a very good one at that.
We entered the fourth stall and began to chant, "silly chris, silly chris, silly chris", while holding hands. We completed the ritual with "shit out diamond rings", as the blog said to end the ritual with what you wished for Silly Chris to shit. We had a good laugh before leaving the restroom and going to our next class.
The next day, I woke up with a strange feeling, as if someone was watching me. I shrugged it off and got ready for school.
I went through most of my classes normally. But when I got to my fourth class, my classmates were acting strange. They would ask me things like "Did you get new clothes?", "Did you get a hair cut?", "Do you have a new make-up routine?", or tell me stuff like "You look different today.", "You look paler today.", "The restroom smelled different when you came inside. Or maybe you pissed your pants, it's okay, me too."
I went to the restroom during my fifth, my last period of the day, class to take a look at myself in the mirror. I knew I looked different than I did in the morning, but I just couldn't point out what it was. Before I left rhe restroom, Ginipss walked in.
I remember so well what she said. It gave me goosebumps and still does. It was so unsettling... "My brother shit his pants at the exact time we preformed the ritual. It can't be a coincidence!", she said, almost crying. "Maybe that stuff you read wasn't a joke... And since my fourth period, I've been told I look different. I know I do; I just can't fully point out what it is! I'm scared.. so scared. We shouldn't have done that thing, Stella!". I responded, "Me too, but it's okay. I'll go back into the blog; they had precautions on there. We'll be okay. Don't panic. Nothing is wrong."
"ARE YOU STUPID? It's called precautions for a fucking reason; they're supposed to be done before!!", she yelled, accentuating 'pre'.
"I know... That doesn't matter. They must have more information."
When I got home, I went straight to my desk, opened my computer, and searched for the blog: Nothing! Was! There!.. I freaked out and shit my pants.
Silly Chris spawned right in front of me. Right there! In my bedroom!
