original Sonic.exe Creepypasta

The summer afternoon was pleasant, but my focus was entirely on Sonic Unleashed, guiding the blue blur through its vibrant towns. A glint in my peripheral vision—the mailman. He dropped something into the mailbox, a routine delivery.

Pausing my game, I retrieved the package. It was a CD case, a computer disc, accompanied by a note. The handwriting was unmistakably Kyle's, my friend I hadn't heard from in two weeks. It was messy, rushed, almost desperate.

"Tom," it read, "I can't take it anymore, I had to get rid of this thing somehow before it was too late, and I was hoping you'd do it for me. I can't do it, he's after me, and if you don't destroy this CD, he'll come after you too, he's too fast for me.... Please Tom, destroy this god-forsaken disc before he comes after you too, it's too late for me. Destroy the disc, and you'll destroy him, but do it quick otherwise he'll catch you. Don't even play the game, it's what he wants, just destroy it. Please... Kyle."

Strange. Very strange. Despite Kyle's plea, I couldn't bring myself to destroy it. A simple game disc couldn't be that bad, right? The disc itself was a generic CD-R, but written on it in bold, black marker was "SONIC.EXE". My inner Sonic fanboy surged. I had to play it.