Creepy - /grin

Episode Date: November 6, 2025

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Smile Dog. I first met in person with Mary E. in the summer of 2007. I'd arranged with her husband 15 years, Terrence, to see her for an interview. Mary had initially agreed, since I was not a newsman, but rather an amateur writer gathering information for a few early college assignments and, if all went according to plan, some pieces of fiction. We scheduled the interview for a particular weekend when I was in Chicago on related business. But at the last moment, Mary changed her mind and locked herself in the couple's bedroom, refusing to meet with me. For half an hour, I sat with Terrence as we camped outside the bedroom

door, I listening and taking notes while he attempted fruitlessly to calm his wife. The things Mary said made little sense, but fit with the pattern I was expecting. Though I could not see her, I could tell from her voice to choose crying, and more often than not, her objections to speaking with me centered around an incoherent diatribe on her dreams, her nightmares. Terrence apologized profusely when we ceased the exercise, and I did my best to take it in stride. Recalled that I wasn't a reporter in search of a story, but merely a curious young man in search of information. Besides, I thought at the time that I could perhaps find another similar case if I put my mind and resources to it. Mary E was a sysop for a small Chicago-based bulletin board system in 1992, when she first encountered Smile.J.G and her life changed forever.

She and Terrence have been married for only five months. Mary was one of an estimated 400 people who saw the image when it was posted as a hyperlink on the BBS. though she's the only one who's spoken openly about the experience. The rest have remained anonymous, or are perhaps dead. In 2005, when I was only in 10th grade, Smile.jpG was first brought to my attention by my burgeoning interest in web-based phenomena. Mary was the most often cited victim of what is sometimes referred to as Smile. Dogg. The being Smile.jp.G is reputed to display.

What caught my interest, other than the obvious macabre elements of the cyber legend and my proclivity toward such things, was a sheer lack of information, usually to the point that people don't believe it even exists, other than as a rumor or a hoax. It is unique because, though the entire phenomenon centers on a picture file, that file is nowhere to be found on the internet. Certainly, many photomanipulated simulacra litter the web, showing up with the most frequency on sites such as the image board 4chan, particularly on the X-focused paranormal subboard. It is suspected these are fakes because they do not have the effect that true smile.jpg is believed

to have, namely sudden onset temporal lobe epilepsy and acute anxiety. This purported reaction in the viewer is one of the reasons the phantom-like smile.jpg is regarded with such disdain, since it is patently absurd. Still, depending on whom you ask, the reluctance to acknowledge Smile.jpg's existence might be just as much out of fear as it is out of disbelief. Neither smile.jpg nor Smile.org is mentioned anywhere on Wikipedia, though the website features articles on such other, perhaps more scandalous shock sites, such as hello.jp.g or two girls one cup. Any attempt to create a page pertaining to Smile.jpG is summarily deleted by any of the

encyclopedias many admins. Encounters with Smile.jpG are the stuff of internet legend. Mary E's story is not unique. There are unverified rumors of Smile.jpG showing up in the early days of Usenet. And even one persistent tale that in 2002, a hacker flooded the forums of humor and satire website something awful with a deluge of smile.org pictures, rendering almost half the forum's users at the time epileptic. It's also said that in the mid to late 90s, Smile.jpG circulated on Usenet as an attachment of a chain email with the subject line, Smile, God loves you. Yet, despite the huge exposure, these stunts regenerate, there are very few people who admit to having experienced any of them, and no trace of the file or any.

any link has ever been discovered. Those who claim to have seen Smile.jp.G often weekly joked that they were far too busy to save a copy of the picture to their hard drive. However, all alleged victims offer the same description of the photo. A dog-like creature, usually described as appearing similar to a Siberian husky, illuminated by the flash of a camera, sitting in a dim room. The only background detail that's visible being a human hand extending from the darkness near the left side of the frame.

The hand is empty, but is usually described as beckoning. Of course, most attention is given to the dog, or dog creature, as some victims are more certain than others about what they claim to have seen. The muzzle of the beast is reputedly split in a wide grin, revealing two rows of very white, very straight, very sharp, very human-looking teeth. This is, of course, not to describe. description given immediately after viewing the picture, but rather a recollection of the victims, who claim to have seen the picture endlessly repeated in their mind's eye during the time they are,

in reality, having epileptic fits. These fits are reported to continue indeterminately, often while the victim's sleep, resulting in very vivid and disturbing nightmares. These may be treated with medication, though in some cases it's more effective than others. Mary E, I assumed, was not unaffective medication. That was why, after my visit to her apartment in 2007, I sent out feelers to several folklore and urban legend-oriented newsgroups, websites, and mailing lists, hoping to find the name of a supposed victim of Smile.jpG who felt more interested in talking about their experiences.

For a time, nothing happened, and at length I forgot completely about my pursuits, since I had begun my freshman year of college and was quite busy. Mary contacted me via email, however, near the beginning of March 2008. 2.jML at www.com from Maryeat.com Subject. Last summer's interview. Dear Mr. L, I am incredibly sorry about my behavior last summer when you came to interview me.

I hope you understand that it was not. no fault of yours, but rather my own problems that led me to act out as I did. I realized that I could have handled the situation more decorously. However, I hope you will forgive me. At the time, I was afraid. You see, for 15 years I've been haunted by smile.jpg. Smile. Dog comes to me in my sleep every night. I know that sounds silly, but it is true. There is an ineffable quality about my dreams, my nightmares that makes him completely unlike any real dreams I have ever had. I do not move and do not speak. I simply look ahead and the only thing ahead of me is the scene from that horrible picture.

I see the beckoning hand and I see smile dot dog. It talks to me. It is not a dog, of course. Though I am not quite sure what it really is. It tells me it will leave me alone if I only do as it asks. All I must do, it says, is spread the word. Spread the word. This is how it phrases its demands, and I know exactly what it means.

It wants me to show it to someone else. Spread the word. And I could. The week after my incident, I received in the mail a manila envelope with no return address. Inside was only a three-and-a-half-inch floppy diskette. Without having to check, I knew precisely what was on it. I thought for a long time about my options. I could show it to a stranger, a co-worker.

I could even show it to Terrence as much as the idea disgusted me. And what would happen then? Well, if Smile. Dot Dog kept its word, I could sleep. But if it lied, what would I do? And who is to say something worse would not come from me if I did as a creature asked? So I did nothing for 15 years, though I kept a discad hidden amongst my things. Every night for 15 years, Smile. Dog has come to me in my sleep and demanded that I spread the word. For 15 years, I've stood strong, though there have been hard times.

Many of my fellow victims on the BBS board where I first encountered Smile.jpG stopped posting. I heard some of them committed suicide. Others remained completely silent, simply disappearing off the face of the web. They are the ones I worry about the most. I sincerely hope you will forgive me, Mr. L. But last summer, when you contacted me and my husband about an interview, I was near my breaking point. I decided I was going to give you the floppy diskette. I did not care if Smile. Dot Dog was lying or not.

I wanted it to end. You were a stranger, someone I had no connection with, and I thought I would not feel sorrow when you took the discat as part of your research and sealed your fate. But before you arrived, I realized what I was doing, plotting to read. ruin your life. I could not stand the thought, and in fact, I still cannot. I am ashamed Mr. L, and I hope that this warning will dissuade you from further investigation of Smile.jpg. You may in time encounter someone who is, if not weaker than I, than wholly more depraved, someone who will not hesitate to follow Smile. Dot dog's orders.

Stop while you are still whole. Sincerely, Mary E. Terence contacted me later that month with the news that is. His wife had killed herself. While cleaning up the various things she left behind, closing email accounts and the like, he happened upon the above message. He was a man in shambles. He wept as he told me to listen to his wife's advice. He'd found the discette, he revealed, and burned it until it was nothing but a stinking pile

of blackened plastic. The part that disturbed him most, however, was how the discette had hissed as it melted, like some sort of animal, he said. I will admit that I was a little uncertain about how to respond to this. At first I thought perhaps it was a joke, with a couple belatedly playing with the situation in order to get a rise out of me. A quick check of several Chicago newspapers online obituaries, however, proved that Mary E was indeed dead.

There was, of course, no mention of suicide in the article. I decided that, for a time, at least, I would not further pursue the subject of Smile.jpg, especially since I had finals coming up at the end of May. But the world has odd ways of testing this. Almost a full year after I'd returned from my disastrous interview with Mary E, I received another email. To jml at .com. From at Elzahire 82 at .com.

Subject. Smile. Hello. I found your email address through a mail list your profile said you are interested. in Smile Dog. I have saw it. It is not as bad as everyone says I have sent it to you here, just spreading the word. Spread the word.

Smiley face. The final line chilled me to the bone. According to my email client, there was one file attached called, naturally, smile.jpG. I considered downloading it for some time. It was most likely a fake, I imagined. And even if it weren't, I was never wholly convinced of Smile. at JpG's peculiar powers. Mary E's account had shaken me, yes, but she was probably mentally unbalanced anyway.

After all, how could a simple image do what Smile.jp.G was said to accomplish? What sort of creature was it that could break one's mind with only the power of the eye? And if such things were patently absurd, then why did the legend exist at all? If I downloaded the image, if I looked at it, and if Mary turned out to be correct, If Smile. Dog came to me in my dreams demanding I spread the word, What would I do? Would I live my life as Mary had, fighting against the urge to give in until I died?

Or would I simply spread the word, eager to be put to rest? And if I chose the latter out, how could I do it? Whom would I burden and turn? If I went through with my earlier intention to write the short article about Smile.jpg, I decided, I could attach it as evidence. And anyone who read the article, anyone who took interest, would be affected.

And even assuming the smile.jpg attached to the email was genuine, would I be capricious enough to save myself in that manner? Could I spread the word? Spread the word. Yes. Yes, I could.