Ein amerikanischer Jugendlicher ( als "jadusable" bekannt da er Videos zu dem Spiel auf YT veröffentlicht hat) hat von einem Freund eine N64 geschenkt bekommen. Auf der Suche nach weiteren Spielen klappert er die Garagenflohmärkte der Stadt ab, bis er auf einen merkwürdigen, alten Mann trifft, der lediglich ein graues N64-Catridge in seiner Garage findet, aufwelches "MajorasMask" mit Edding geschrieben ist.
Voller Freude nimmt jadusable das Spiel mit nach hause.
Beim einschalten sieht er, dass ein Speicher der beiden schon besetzt war und BEN hieß. Kurz schaute er sich den Speicher an, ließ ihn aber so aus Respekt vor dem Vorbesitzer.
Jadusable startete ein eigenes Spiel welches er klassisch Link nannte. Ganz normal spielte er es bis zum zweiten Tempel ohne Probleme, bis auf die Sache, dass an manchen Stellen, wo der Name hätte stehen sollen (also Link) BEN stand. Ab diesem Zeitpunkt merkte jadusable, dass wasa mit dem Spiel nicht richtig sein kann und dokumentierte seine erlebnisse und rippte einige Videos dazu. Es kam zu vielen komischen und auf verstörrende Art zusammenpassenden Vorkommnissen.
Im Laufe der Geschichte lädt jadusable 4 Videos hoch und schreibt zu jedem einen Erlebnisbericht, wobei das letzte Video von seinem ehemaligen Mitbewohner hochgeladen wurde, sowie der Bericht. Dazu wurde auch eine TXT-Datei mitveröffentlicht, die sich "the Truth.txt" nannte. Kurze Zeit später hatte jadusable der nach Hause zurückgekehrt war ein weiteres Video hochgeladen.

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One school day, a boy named Tom was sitting in class and doing math. It was six more minutes until after school. As he was doing his homework, something caught his eye. His desk was next to the window, and he turned and looked to the grass outside. It looked like a picture. When school was over, he ran to the spot where he saw it. He ran fast so that no one else could grab it. He picked it up and smiled. It had a picture of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had a dress with tights on and red shoes, and her hand was formed into a peace sign. She was so beautiful he wanted to meet her, so he ran all over the school and asked everyone if they knew her or have ever seen her before. But everyone he asked said "No." He was devastated. When he was home, he asked his older sister if she knew the girl, but unfortunately she also said "No." It was very late, so Tom walked up the stairs, placed the picture on his bedside table and went to sleep. In the middle of the night Tom was awakened by a tap on his window. It was like a nail tapping. He got scared. After the tapping he heard a giggle. He saw a shadow near his window, so he got out of his bed, walked toward his window, opened it up and followed the giggling. By the time he reached it, it was gone. The next day again he asked his neighbors if they knew her. Everybody said, "Sorry, no." When his mother came home he even asked her if she knew her. She said "No." He went to his room, placed the picture on his desk and fell asleep. Once again he was awakened by a tapping. He took the picture and followed the giggling. He walked across the road, when suddenly he got hit by a car. He was dead with the picture in his hand. The driver got out of the car and tried to help him, but it was too late. Suddenly he saw the picture and picked it up. He saw a cute girl holding up three fingers.

I've been lying down for hours now. It's 5:35AM and there's not much I can do. You know what the worst part about my situation is? I'm in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can't help but look back and try not to cry or scream. Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There's the strong scent of blood and I feel so paralyzed with fear.

Here's the thing. The second I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore, I'm completely fucked. I will die and there's nobody around to save me. I've been trying to think of a way out but the only idea I have is to rush for the door and run outside the front door and scream for help, hoping any neighbors hear me. It's risky, but if I stay here, I'll surely die. He's waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece.

You're probably wondering what's going on. I do get ahead of myself sometimes.

About three hours ago, I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check on the noise before realizing I had to use the restroom. Instead of doing the smart thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could've gotten myself killed right then from my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. I got very worried and ran back to my room, hiding under my sheets like the pussy I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, that it was just some really vivid dream or something.

But I heard my bedroom door open. Like the terrified child I was, I peeked from under my blankets to see what was going on. I could see something dragging my dead parents into the room. It was not human, I can tell you that. It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothing. It walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my parents. But this thing was much smarter than any caveman. It was aware of what it was doing.

It propped my dad up on the edge of my bed, and made him face me. It then sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. It then started rubbing its hands upon the walls, staining them with blood and then drew a circle with the devil's pentagram in it. This thing had made what it would probably call a masterpiece. To finish it off, it scribbled a message onto the wall that I could not read in the darkness.

It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.

The scariest thing is now, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness since then and I can read the message on the wall. I don't want to look at it, because it's terrifying to think about. But I feel I need to see, before I'm killed.

I peek at the creature's masterpiece.

"I know you're awake."