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“Useless.avi wasn’t made to scare you. It was made to remind you. You forgot something important. And now it’s standing behind you.”

The child’s bedroom again. Now it’s dark. The mirror from earlier is covered with a sheet. The sheet falls. In the mirror, the viewer sees themselves —but not in their current environment. The reflection shows them watching the video. Behind their reflection’s shoulder, a gray silhouette stands. The child’s voice, now layered with an adult’s:

“I finally remembered. I’m the drawing, not the drawer. This file is the only real thing I ever made.”

.avi File Size: 143 MB Duration: 4 minutes, 12 seconds Resolution: 360p (appears downscaled from a higher, corrupted source) Useless.avi Creepypasta BETTER

Abrupt cut to a hallway. Same house. The walls are now covered in crayon drawings, but the figures are wrong—eyes crossed out, mouths sewn shut. One drawing is labeled “ME” with an arrow pointing to a gray silhouette. Another says “YOU” with no figure at all. The camera begins to move down the hall on its own, faster than walking speed.

Useless.avi (The Director’s Cut)

The camera turns toward a full-length mirror leaning against the wall. There is no reflection. Not a blank space—just the wall behind where the filmer should be. The camera tilts slightly, as if confused. Then, a child’s voice, faint and distorted, says: “You weren’t supposed to see that.” “Useless

Static for 20 seconds. Then, a single frame of a man’s face—eyes wide, mouth open in a silent scream—flashes for one frame. Reverse image searches show no match. The man is not in any missing persons database. Observers report the face changes slightly each time they watch it.

No other files were on the drive. Just Useless.avi . And a shortcut to the recycle bin.

Uploaded to a dead imageboard’s /x/ board on September 23, 2009, at 3:14 AM. The OP wrote only: “Found this on a recycled hard drive from an estate sale. The previous owner hung himself in his editing bay. Watch alone. No sound.” TRANSCRIPT (Verified by three independent observers, none of whom kept the file): The video is shot in first-person perspective, as if through a consumer camcorder from the early 2000s. The image is washed out, overly bright, with chromatic aberration bleeding at the edges. And now it’s standing behind you

A child’s bedroom. Late afternoon. Dust motes float in angled sunlight. The camera pans slowly across an unmade bed, a half-finished drawing of a stick figure family, and a toy box with the word “USELESS” scratched into the paint in capital letters. No breathing. No movement. The frame rate stutters every five seconds.

The door opens by itself. Inside: an office chair facing away from the camera. On the desk, a VHS tape labeled “HOME MOVIES 1998 – 2001.” The chair slowly rotates. No one is sitting in it. But the seat cushion is compressed, as if an invisible person is still there. The camera zooms in involuntarily.

A bedroom door at the end of the hall. It’s closed. Someone behind it is humming a lullaby, but the melody is off by one semitone— uncanny . The camera stops. The humming stops. A whisper, clear as if right next to the microphone: “You’re not real either.”