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|“||I have a new game we can play...||„|
|~ Mr. Widemouth|
Mr. Widemouth is the titular antagonist of the eponymous Creepypasta. He is a creature that resembles a Furby toy, although he remarks that he's better than one. He repeatedly attempts to coax the narrator into engaging in violent or self-injurious behavior, and is heavily implied to have caused the deaths of numerous children this way.
We settled in Rhode Island when I was eight, and there we remained until I went to college in Colorado Springs. Most of my memories are rooted in Rhode Island, but there are fragments in the attic of my brain which belong to the various homes we had lived in when I was much younger. I often wonder whether these memories are simply lucid dreams produced by the long sickness I experienced that Spring, but in my heart, I know they are real.
We were living in a large structure, especially for a family of three. There were a number of rooms that it was the only house on the market at the time, at least within an hour's commute to my father’s place of work.
I came down with a fever. was horrible timing to be bed-ridden– we were in the process of packing our things to move to Pennsylvania, and most of my things were already packed away in boxes, leaving my room barren. My mother always loomed just around the corner, waiting to rear its ugly head and compound my misery.
In fact, everything about him was large in comparison to his body– his head, his eyes, his crooked ears– but his mouth was by far the largest.