Disclaimer: I do not own the Haunted Majora's Mask (aka BEN) story or any of the videos. All rights go to Jadusable. If you want more detail on the story, go to Creepypasta.

My name is Harlem Thiele. I don't know how the hell I've been managing to keep my sanity in tact for so long. Ever since my friend, Toby, downloaded those damn videos off of YouTube, life has been nothing but a living hell. I guess it all started about a month ago when Toby came up to my desk during school and showed me this scary story he found on the Internet…

It was study hall and it had been a long day. I had just gotten done working on an article for out school newspaper. I was the editorial guy, and my best friend, Toby Ray, was editor in chief. My girlfriend, Trisha Randolph, was the advice column writer. She went under the pseudonym "Ask April" in her columns, of course only the people that worked for the school newspaper knew this. Anyway, all was quiet in study hall when Toby came in.

"Hey dude, check this out," Toby said as he walked up to my desk, bringing his laptop with him, his grey eyes bright with excitement. "I found this cool story on the Internet last night."

I peered over to his computer screen. "What did you find?" I asked.

"It's this super cool story about this college student who gets a shady looking cartridge for the game of 'Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask'. It's a really cool story, and I'm thinking about downloading the videos this guy put up. I think his username on YouTube was 'Jadusable', but just read the story, it's awesome!"

Toby knew I was always a big "Legend of Zelda" fanatic, so this story did get my attention. Apparently the guy that Toby was referring to had some freaky shit happen to him when he had this game. It was nothing major at first, just the fact that people would refer to him not by his save file "Link", but they would refer to him as "BEN", another saved file on the game. Thinking it was just a weird glitch seeing as the game was in a shoddy condition, he just deleted the "BEN" file and continued to play on his own file. This time, characters wouldn't refer to his name at all; there would just be a blank space where the name should have been.

After that things went downhill. Some characters and textures from the game went missing, and whenever the guy tried to play the "Song of Healing", Link would burst into flames for no reason. Another weird thing was that this guy kept seeing The Elegy Statue. It would follow him around no matter where he went. In one of the videos, he used one of the masks to turn himself into a Zora, and he ended up drowning in the water; which is weird since the Zora race can breath underwater, but that statue was the last thing he saw before his character drowned.

After a while of more freaky crap and weird happenings, something eventually took over his computer. It was BEN. Apparently BEN was a kid who drowned, but who drowned him and why are still unknown. BEN kept talking with the guy on an AI chat site called "Cleverbot" and kept torturing him for several days. What happened to Jadusable after this was unknown. It says he's free in the story, but Toby said that others say he's in hiding, and that others say he either killed himself or BEN killed him, but there was a warning at the end of the story warning people not to download any of his videos or images for fear that BEN could spread like a virus.

I kept reading about other people's said "experiences" when Toby interrupted my thoughts. "So do you think I should download the videos?"

"Didn't you read the story?" I asked feeling scared about what he might get as a result of downloading the videos. "Jadusable said not to download any of his videos for fear that BEN would spread like a virus."

"Oh, come on, Harlem," Toby chuckled. "Do you honestly believe this story is real?"

"I'm not saying it's real, but what if the guy that made the videos put real viruses on them that could fuck up your computer?"

"I'm pretty sure the guy's not smart enough to be able to do that," Toby said.

"He's a college student, Toby," I said. "And if the guy majored in anything to do with computers, I'm pretty sure he could've put those glitches into the game himself, and I'm pretty sure he could put a virus in his videos if he really wanted to."

"I highly doubt he would actually do that," Toby argued.

"Okay," I snapped. "You know what, go ahead and download the videos if you want to, but if you get a virus that ruins your computer, don't say I didn't warn you."

"Okay, I will," Toby grumbled.

I focused on my homework for the rest of the period and I was the last person out of their desk when the bell rang. In the hall Trisha, my girlfriend, greeted me.

"How's the article coming, babe?" she asked as she kissed me on the cheek.

"It's about done," I replied with little emotion in my voice.

Her electric green eyes stared at me in worry. "Is everything okay, Harlem?" she asked.

"Toby and I got into an argument," I said. "He wants to download these supposedly haunted videos from YouTube. I tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn't listen to me."

Trisha chuckled. "That's just like Toby," she said. "Always wanting to explore the paranormal whether it's real or not." She began to toy with her curly raven-black hair. "So can I still come to your place after school?"

"Sure," I replied. "I'll see you at lunch." I kissed Trisha on the cheek before dashing off to my next class.

I was about a minute late for history class, but my teacher, Mrs. Orchard, didn't seem to notice seeing as she was too busy grading other papers. I opened up my textbook and followed along the whole class period while she was reading from her own textbook.

The bell rang and I was soon at lunch. Toby, Trisha, and I had a small table to ourselves in the back corner of the lunchroom where we usually discussed ideas for our articles, but instead we were all curious on the results that Toby got from downloading thee videos.

"So, anything weird or paranormal happen from downloading the videos?" Trisha asked.

"Nothing too strange," Toby replied. "My inbox kept opening up the wrong e-mails, but it does that all the time. So yeah, it's a hoax. No viruses, and certainly nothing coming from a dead kid who drowned."

"I'm disappointed," Trisha mumbled.

"Why?" I asked.

"I don't know, I guess I was just expecting better results than that."

"I'm sorry for fighting with you, Harlem," Toby said.

I chuckled. "I forgive you," I said. We just kept talking about what we wanted to do for other articles for the rest of the lunch period. We all tried to get the "BEN" experience out of out heads.

But little did I know what hell the three of us were all in for.