Note: I did not create this pasta and I am in no way taking credit for writing it. I'm just passing it on.
Last week, I had the urge to play some Super Mario Bros. 3. Unfortunately, when I moved to my new apartment, I must have lost my copy of the game in a box somewhere. I was dying to relive some memories though, so I gave in and tried to find a cheap cartridge of Mario 3.
I was planning on getting one off eBay or something, but on my way home from the store one day, I came across a family having a yard sale. I parked my car and took a look, just in case they had any old Nintendo games. As luck would have it, they did.
I looked through a box of them for a minute, and found something odd. At the bottom of the box, below a copy of Elevator Action, I found a dirty, somewhat yellow cartridge with its label torn off. In the label’s place, were the words “Mario 3”.
The man running the yard sale approached me. He seemed a bit nervous, and asked me if I was interested in buying the game.
I said, “Fuck no! Haven’t you ever read Creepypastas? This is a possessed piece of shit you got here! See ya!”