Have you ever wanted to decipher a completely different language, only to find out that it was just really, REALLY bad English…. No? Too bad, because Time Travel Journal does just that. So, it’s been a while since I did a bad review. And what better way to try something new than with Time Travel Journal, deemed as one of the worst creepypastas of all time… Is it really that bad? Well, let’s find out.
So, it starts out on January 9th, 1987, following John Terry, who said that he was going into the cave nearby, saying that if anyone finds this journal, he is dead. The next day, John was said to be missing….. Missing? Yeah, I guess the police kinda forgot to check the cave he said he would go to. You know, the one place a normal detective would check first when they found this journal?
So, we continue with Journal Entry #1- Wait, what? Number one? But what about the last one? Are we just going to ignore i- Oh, wait, this is a poorly written creepypasta. Of course we are. So, anyway, January 3rd 1792- So, wait, we’re going back in time? Is this a flashback creepypasta? Well, okay, you’re story, author. So anyway, this new guy says that he can’t wait to build his log cabin in New York, and that’s the end…. I really felt that was necessary. Just a single sentence for a journal. It’s just… impeccable. So, anyway, we cut to Journal Entry #10- I’m just going to assume that the author just skipped a few pages, instead of saying he can’t count. Anyway, the guy says that his mother… Who came with him, I think- was murdered by a monster with big eyes, long legs, a… heart on his head? Why does he have his heart on his head? Oh, my mistake. The author then says he has no head. Then how did he have his heart on his non-existing head? Was his heart the head? And where were his eyes that the writer mentioned if they weren’t on his head? Were they on the heart? Does he have eyes on his heart? Or am I just asking too many questions to a poorly made creepypasta? I think I am. Oh, by the way, the guy was killed from being mauled to death. Said his name was Jackson McCarthy. Good for him.
Also, I should point this out before I continue, the grammar is AWFUL! By god, there is literally only one thing used with grammar. A period. That’s it. There are no commas, no colons, no dashe, not even capitalizing the letters. Are you really that bad at writing that you can’t capitalize a name, a place, a date, or even the fucking letter “I”? Not to mention, with the lack of paragraphs, keeping track of where I left off is nearly impossible. You’d better have sticky notes if you plan on reading this, because you will forget where you left off. But, what am I saying, what idiot reads shitty creepypastas and talks about it to other people……………….. Wait a second……
Anyway, we go further into the past, back to January 1st, 1733- Maybe the author likes to spell backwards- with the writer saying he saw something running in the woods and went to the check what it was. I think we may have found out idiot, people. Once he went in, he heard a something scream. A normal person would run off, or at the very least, jump, but he just stood there like an idiot, and just waited for the monster to come. And it did… and it tore his arm off… This is why you run, you fucking dumbass. Before he dies, he calls this monsters the Shiner- Are you serious!? The Shiner? The fucking Shiner? Either this is the stupidest monster name I have ever heard in my life, or this guy is badly ripping off Stanley Kubrick’s, The Shining. Quite possibly a mixture of both. He is then found dead, obviously. His name was also Marcus Mathang, because this author really loves telling us their names right after they die, because it’s not like we want to sympathize with a dead character.
So, we go further into the past, back to January 5th, 1700- Is there seriously no other month than January in this fucked up world? I mean, come on man. Give the other months some chance to be in this story…… What am I saying, I should feel bad that January is getting abused by this author for being in this shitty story so much. Anyway, it starts with this man in England saying he saw this monster climb off a ship after killing everyone aboard- HOLD ON! I thought this Shiner- No, fuck that name, I’m calling him monster. Unoriginal, but anything is better than Shiner- I thought this monster was in New York. How the hell did he get from England to New York… A better question is why am I asking so many questions when I know they won’t be answered. So, this guy says he was paranoid- I’m sorry, he said he was “parinoid”, and went to sleep….. right next to the boat filled with dead people. Totally not insane, messed up, and incredibly stupid at all. So, let me guess, he dies? It then says that John Doe, this guy no one cares about, was killed- Ha, lucky guess.
So, after that, we cut to January ?, 1899. I won't question why we’re moving forward now. This story's plot is as confusing as Inception. Also, January ?. I love January ?, it’s my favorite time of the year. So it starts with this man who says he’s going to kill himself, he does, I honestly stopped caring by this point, because it’s the same thing. Guy sees a monster, talks about monster, dies. Rinse and re-fucking-peat. Anyway, some random guy points out that all of the victims were in their l40s to late 50s. Then this guy says he’s going to kill himself, in a way that…… No, screw it. You read this jounal entry, and tell me what you think of it.
i know im gonna die because of tho goodbye crule world BANG BANG OH NO klaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa AHHHHHHHHHHkHHHHHHHHH SHING Mathew Toren died by ?
Yep, he just read down, in his journal, what sounds he made when he shot himself, even the sound of the gun. HA HA HA HA HA- Fuck this story.
I mean wow… FUCKING WOW! This is one of the most poorly written stories ever. The grammar is just so bad, that it’s honestly hilarious. This is a fanfic that needs to be seen to be believed. Time Travel Journal: The Room of creepypastas. Enough said. That’s my opinion. What’s Your Take
So, it starts out on January 9th, 1987, following John Terry, who said that he was going into the cave nearby, saying that if anyone finds this journal, he is dead. The next day, John was said to be missing….. Missing? Yeah, I guess the police kinda forgot to check the cave he said he would go to. You know, the one place a normal detective would check first when they found this journal?
So, we continue with Journal Entry #1- Wait, what? Number one? But what about the last one? Are we just going to ignore i- Oh, wait, this is a poorly written creepypasta. Of course we are. So, anyway, January 3rd 1792- So, wait, we’re going back in time? Is this a flashback creepypasta? Well, okay, you’re story, author. So anyway, this new guy says that he can’t wait to build his log cabin in New York, and that’s the end…. I really felt that was necessary. Just a single sentence for a journal. It’s just… impeccable. So, anyway, we cut to Journal Entry #10- I’m just going to assume that the author just skipped a few pages, instead of saying he can’t count. Anyway, the guy says that his mother… Who came with him, I think- was murdered by a monster with big eyes, long legs, a… heart on his head? Why does he have his heart on his head? Oh, my mistake. The author then says he has no head. Then how did he have his heart on his non-existing head? Was his heart the head? And where were his eyes that the writer mentioned if they weren’t on his head? Were they on the heart? Does he have eyes on his heart? Or am I just asking too many questions to a poorly made creepypasta? I think I am. Oh, by the way, the guy was killed from being mauled to death. Said his name was Jackson McCarthy. Good for him.
Also, I should point this out before I continue, the grammar is AWFUL! By god, there is literally only one thing used with grammar. A period. That’s it. There are no commas, no colons, no dashe, not even capitalizing the letters. Are you really that bad at writing that you can’t capitalize a name, a place, a date, or even the fucking letter “I”? Not to mention, with the lack of paragraphs, keeping track of where I left off is nearly impossible. You’d better have sticky notes if you plan on reading this, because you will forget where you left off. But, what am I saying, what idiot reads shitty creepypastas and talks about it to other people……………….. Wait a second……
Anyway, we go further into the past, back to January 1st, 1733- Maybe the author likes to spell backwards- with the writer saying he saw something running in the woods and went to the check what it was. I think we may have found out idiot, people. Once he went in, he heard a something scream. A normal person would run off, or at the very least, jump, but he just stood there like an idiot, and just waited for the monster to come. And it did… and it tore his arm off… This is why you run, you fucking dumbass. Before he dies, he calls this monsters the Shiner- Are you serious!? The Shiner? The fucking Shiner? Either this is the stupidest monster name I have ever heard in my life, or this guy is badly ripping off Stanley Kubrick’s, The Shining. Quite possibly a mixture of both. He is then found dead, obviously. His name was also Marcus Mathang, because this author really loves telling us their names right after they die, because it’s not like we want to sympathize with a dead character.
So, we go further into the past, back to January 5th, 1700- Is there seriously no other month than January in this fucked up world? I mean, come on man. Give the other months some chance to be in this story…… What am I saying, I should feel bad that January is getting abused by this author for being in this shitty story so much. Anyway, it starts with this man in England saying he saw this monster climb off a ship after killing everyone aboard- HOLD ON! I thought this Shiner- No, fuck that name, I’m calling him monster. Unoriginal, but anything is better than Shiner- I thought this monster was in New York. How the hell did he get from England to New York… A better question is why am I asking so many questions when I know they won’t be answered. So, this guy says he was paranoid- I’m sorry, he said he was “parinoid”, and went to sleep….. right next to the boat filled with dead people. Totally not insane, messed up, and incredibly stupid at all. So, let me guess, he dies? It then says that John Doe, this guy no one cares about, was killed- Ha, lucky guess.
So, after that, we cut to January ?, 1899. I won't question why we’re moving forward now. This story's plot is as confusing as Inception. Also, January ?. I love January ?, it’s my favorite time of the year. So it starts with this man who says he’s going to kill himself, he does, I honestly stopped caring by this point, because it’s the same thing. Guy sees a monster, talks about monster, dies. Rinse and re-fucking-peat. Anyway, some random guy points out that all of the victims were in their l40s to late 50s. Then this guy says he’s going to kill himself, in a way that…… No, screw it. You read this jounal entry, and tell me what you think of it.
i know im gonna die because of tho goodbye crule world BANG BANG OH NO klaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa AHHHHHHHHHHkHHHHHHHHH SHING Mathew Toren died by ?
Yep, he just read down, in his journal, what sounds he made when he shot himself, even the sound of the gun. HA HA HA HA HA- Fuck this story.
I mean wow… FUCKING WOW! This is one of the most poorly written stories ever. The grammar is just so bad, that it’s honestly hilarious. This is a fanfic that needs to be seen to be believed. Time Travel Journal: The Room of creepypastas. Enough said. That’s my opinion. What’s Your Take